Since that day,
I've been writing a lot
I had to let go of your hands
so I could pick up the pen I've lost
Overwhelmed by the grief of longing for your sweet voice,
and each letter that compromises thy words
But this utopia you've created fogged up my thoughts
and led me astray:
A place where I don't belong
And so here I am,
lost
yet
found.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
Since that day,
I've been writing a lot
I had to let go of your hands
so I could pick up the pen I've lost
Overwhelmed by the grief of longing for your sweet voice,
and each letter that compromises thy words
But this utopia you've created fogged up my thoughts
and led me astray:
A place where I don't belong
And so here I am,
lost
yet
found.
#lostyetfound
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