Misery likes to keep
commiserate company.
Mixing the bowl of emotional
soup, causing overflow of
stress and anxiety.
Sympathy keeps misery company, having tea every morning. At brunch they talk about the news, all of the shadowy darkness that looms over our heads.
Aching hearts, tugging at the strings of emotionality, we’ve waltzed with our memories many times before.
Misery likes to keep busy,
commiserate likes to remind
us we’re not alone.
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC
Misery likes to keep
commiserate company.
Mixing the bowl of emotional
soup, causing overflow of
stress and anxiety.
Sympathy keeps misery company, having tea every morning. At brunch they talk about the news, all of the shadowy darkness that looms over our heads.
Aching hearts, tugging at the strings of emotionality, we’ve waltzed with our memories many times before.
Misery likes to keep busy,
commiserate likes to remind
us we’re not alone.
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
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