I'm not crying
Laying here
I'm stuck
And yet I'm free
The last time I saw you
you were lying here with me
Our heads
were looking up
The sky had clouds,
but few
I was wondering to myself
If I could always lay with you
Your warm smile
softened me
Your red lips
were dry
Even as I saw you near,
even as they brushed my eyes
But last time
you were here
Was the last time
that I cried
I thought maybe it was just
Rain falling from the sky
but it was me,
the broken me
a symphony of misery
the me that used to cry
the me that was okay with hope
And didn't want to die
1 comment:
it sounds very pretty. is it for your story?
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