I am graying my hair
Thinking I'd hear a call, an email
It's not something remotely guaranteed.
I've got to deal with it myself
Wasting my time
Turning into the grape sour
Graying my hair
Angry
like the nice Fenugreek tea
boiling and spilling over
I know I don't have to hear it
I don't want hear it
I am aware that I am torturing myself
With this recurrent thought
He isn't even worth the time
Precious time I wasted
How do I stop thinking
Keep referring back
To find a lead
Telling stories to my heart about your favorite mug
The broken mug
So detach.. let go and be.
May 10, 2024
May 10, 2024 at 8:22 AM UTC
I am graying my hair
Thinking I'd hear a call, an email
It's not something remotely guaranteed.
I've got to deal with it myself
Wasting my time
Turning into the grape sour
Graying my hair
Angry
like the nice Fenugreek tea
boiling and spilling over
I know I don't have to hear it
I don't want hear it
I am aware that I am torturing myself
With this recurrent thought
He isn't even worth the time
Precious time I wasted
How do I stop thinking
Keep referring back
To find a lead
Telling stories to my heart about your favorite mug
The broken mug
So detach.. let go and be.
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