Years of regrets
Drowning me in my sleep
Preventing me from moving
I'm missing something that'll never be rightfully mine.
Years of self torture
Self pity
Now I awake with carvings of my holy death set me free
Set me free for all the hours it'll take to rid this lost
Rid me of my desires
I find my lost in others but it's never the same
Touches
Tears
Breath
Words
Stubbornness
Compassion
Jolly faces happy to see me at ease from labor
All the days and nights blink at me in my face
She's not here
She won't be here
I find her often but she's not mine
I worry her no more
I'm consumed by emptiness
Rid me of the memories of her
Set me a new life so I can make it better next time around
By: Leory Santana Dawn
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
Years of regrets
Drowning me in my sleep
Preventing me from moving
I'm missing something that'll never be rightfully mine.
Years of self torture
Self pity
Now I awake with carvings of my holy death set me free
Set me free for all the hours it'll take to rid this lost
Rid me of my desires
I find my lost in others but it's never the same
Touches
Tears
Breath
Words
Stubbornness
Compassion
Jolly faces happy to see me at ease from labor
All the days and nights blink at me in my face
She's not here
She won't be here
I find her often but she's not mine
I worry her no more
I'm consumed by emptiness
Rid me of the memories of her
Set me a new life so I can make it better next time around
By: Leory Santana Dawn
I'm tired of the emptiness I can feel myself getting closer and closer to finding my own solution
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