to be alone,
to be on your own,
to know that I'm alive
for now.
nothing in my heart
to be torn apart,
I let all that die
when I found my man.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am in a constant state of exhaustion and I have been living off of coffee for the past week and a half. I am also currently obsessed with Elvis and my grade card came back with all A's, so that's okay.
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Comments2
How different things are when one feels alone. A lovely write
Hayleigh, this reads like a small confessionโฆloneliness softened by love, pain laid down so something new can rise. I hear you on the constant state of exhaustion...that sucks...but yay for the As! Great poem, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
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