My eyes speak volumes
Yet you choose not to see
A hollowness that echos
Reverberated energy
A swarm of sounds
So loud,
Bold
In your tongue
Wagging with stories untold
This sadness takes hold
Cracking me inside
Too rotten,
Too old
Like warm rancid meat
Left in last Tuesday’s sun
Why am I even still trying
When the race has already been run…?
i'm just a silly girl . a dreamer of dreams . learning life can be as crazy as it seems . I’ve come undone . i've fallen apart . Faded and cracked like old ancient art . But My head is smart and I’m still following my heart . Praying that at the end of this road, Is a fresh new start…
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