Like a distorted image in an unnerved puddle,
I cant recall your face.
Happy memories and fleeting times,
fade at a painful, heart wrenching pace.
Your love was suffocating and broken,
its left me bleeding red.
Of all the storms I've weathered,
I couldn't handle you wanting me dead.
Like shattered glass,
the pain is sharp.
tears burn my tired eyes.
But I walk the streets with a smile on my face; and keep the pain inside.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
Like a distorted image in an unnerved puddle,
I cant recall your face.
Happy memories and fleeting times,
fade at a painful, heart wrenching pace.
Your love was suffocating and broken,
its left me bleeding red.
Of all the storms I've weathered,
I couldn't handle you wanting me dead.
Like shattered glass,
the pain is sharp.
tears burn my tired eyes.
But I walk the streets with a smile on my face; and keep the pain inside.
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