The shaking tears roll down my round cheeks
Hot and heavy are my laboured breath
It feels like a punch in the gut
The abscence of life
Why am I crying so hard for a man I barely even remember?
It's no matter now
I'm all spent up
And he is soon to be just another bag of bones anyway
Into a crowned pit he goes
Only to be forgotten
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
The shaking tears roll down my round cheeks
Hot and heavy are my laboured breath
It feels like a punch in the gut
The abscence of life
Why am I crying so hard for a man I barely even remember?
It's no matter now
I'm all spent up
And he is soon to be just another bag of bones anyway
Into a crowned pit he goes
Only to be forgotten
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