I’ve never felt like this before My chest hurts and my face is filled with water I’ve never felt such a stretch from not seeing somebody I don’t know what to expect What to do How to act How to move I just know my soul whispers your name And there is nothing I can do
A moment in time A year of insanity The artists unfortunate magnanimity
The words of a poet, the creations of an artist are inflamed words Though they may not mean to deceive and overexpose, artists capture emotions and blow them up to the world.
Each floral petal of my heart is being plucked as each car drives by into the morning All I wanted was to see you here Why does missing hurt so much I feel so helpless and of discard Why isn’t time and effort on my side This is not about *** Not about money All I want is to see your face and love you in body
My chest hurts It feels worse Please help the bleeding from within Why does this hurt I think I made it hurt I have not cared for my being
I am the joke now How to move now Missing is the worst kind of sick My soul cries your name and I can’t help it