“I’ll get over you”
I whisper to myself through the nights
memories haunt me
and your voice that taunts me.
But there are tears on my pillow,
tears on the ground.
My tears flow like the ocean,
dripping in slow motion,
scraping my skin
and bringing me down to my knees.
I find myself turning into a storm,
howling like the wind.
Clutching my heart
as though it was ripped apart.
I am unable to escape from the pain and ache
The constant search for your face
in the passing cars and soaring clouds.
My breath is stolen and gut twisted
at the sight of someone similar to you,
face turning to the side your name is called.
When will these feelings end?
When will I escape
from the shadow
that lurks in my mind and heart?
The loss that ran deep,
breaks open through resonating heartbreaking songs.
But I know the pain will wash out
and you will leave me
like a distant memory.
I’ll pick myself up
and won’t be feeling blue.
I know I’ll find love again
if I start loving myself.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
“I’ll get over you”
I whisper to myself through the nights
memories haunt me
and your voice that taunts me.
But there are tears on my pillow,
tears on the ground.
My tears flow like the ocean,
dripping in slow motion,
scraping my skin
and bringing me down to my knees.
I find myself turning into a storm,
howling like the wind.
Clutching my heart
as though it was ripped apart.
I am unable to escape from the pain and ache
The constant search for your face
in the passing cars and soaring clouds.
My breath is stolen and gut twisted
at the sight of someone similar to you,
face turning to the side your name is called.
When will these feelings end?
When will I escape
from the shadow
that lurks in my mind and heart?
The loss that ran deep,
breaks open through resonating heartbreaking songs.
But I know the pain will wash out
and you will leave me
like a distant memory.
I’ll pick myself up
and won’t be feeling blue.
I know I’ll find love again
if I start loving myself.
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