She cut him down with his words
Her words were bullets to him
Drowning like birds trying to swim.
His heart is rock
His stomach is a black hole
When he talks it’s like someone stole is soul
He is a night owl
He has a broken heart
There’s no howl because he’s broken apart
Swimming in a sea of grief
Always feeling a bit blue
Time is a thief when you don’t know what to do
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Comments2
The ending line is very interesting and it does make sense to me š
Yes I get the last stanza quite a bit. It's relatable. Good job on these!
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