These past few weeks, waking up has physically hurt.
That sinking pain that drowns your heart in grief,
I feel it.
As if there was a rhyme or reason for the self pity
That climbs into bed at night,
After smiles and the fight,
And stares with sad eyes
Hoping and diving into cold sheets that dream
You are the deep blue,
And he was a stream.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
These past few weeks, waking up has physically hurt.
That sinking pain that drowns your heart in grief,
I feel it.
As if there was a rhyme or reason for the self pity
That climbs into bed at night,
After smiles and the fight,
And stares with sad eyes
Hoping and diving into cold sheets that dream
You are the deep blue,
And he was a stream.
