Saturday Mid September Clear blue sky Warm air Jean shorts Orange t shirt Flip flops Two braids in my hair Rollerblading Round my neighborhood Singing Country songs Checking The still growing Pumpkin garden Cinnamon waffles for breakfast Finish my Way too drawn out book Playing a few chords On guitar Mouth a few verses Walk back outside Take a deep breath Ahhhhh This feels good
You spend your nights tossing and turning on your creaky bed You hug your demons like a teddy bear You try to hush your cries for sometime But still a tear or two escape from your eyes You attempt to think about the old happy times But you can't evade the darkness that surrounds you Sleep has abandoned you like your lost love And all you do is stare at the ceiling above You are broken tormented and terrified In a vicious circle of emptiness and sufferings You crave for the warmth of your lover's arms But all you get is the coldness of your bed For tonight, my friend let the moon be our messenger Through it lets talk about our broken hearts, lost love and shattered dreams Let's talk about the pain that clouds our eyes Let's share the warm hugs of kindness Amidst this pain, let's not forget that we are warriors Souls who refuse to give in We'll fight against our demons like the warriors we are We'll rise above this world once and for all
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