Just staring at this blank page,
Makes my mind crumble.
Just minutes ago I had a novel of why
I have no clue what I’m doing
My heart is fading over myself
I come first. I hope I always will.
These tears are a reminder to keep searching
To keep an opening for something special
To come and make me whole!
Love is a mystery from my mind to my heart.
I’ll be here, fall after fall...
Each rise more forgotten than the last.
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Just staring at this blank page,
Makes my mind crumble.
Just minutes ago I had a novel of why
I have no clue what I’m doing
My heart is fading over myself
I come first. I hope I always will.
These tears are a reminder to keep searching
To keep an opening for something special
To come and make me whole!
Love is a mystery from my mind to my heart.
I’ll be here, fall after fall...
Each rise more forgotten than the last.
<c.h.b.>
I don’t want to be lonely anymore. I want to love myself completely without holes. I want to be happy.
I only cry like this in my own company. After a good bawl, I am okay.
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