You gave off
Nothing but good vibes
All night long
Like everything was fine
So why the hell
did I wake up
in an ice cold sweat
And take
Less than a moment
to realise once again
you weren't there
Where the hell
did you go?
Till four in the morning
Cold and alone
The girl I first met
I no longer know
The more I get close
The further you run away
What's that lump in your throat?
What's that look on your face?
....I see...said the blind man
But all I see is pain.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2017 11:47
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Comments1
So many damaged encounters or encounters with the damaged. Stunning writing style. The subject resonates with me very strongly.
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