Feeling bereft
Isn't an odd thing, an entirely new thing, or disorienting
At all.
But my head is spinning and my guts are churning
And all
Because I cannot call you. My fingertips are stuck on the first few numbers
And the key
For the padlocked zip on my mouth...
I threw it away, out in the trash.
Along with all the common sense and hope for us I had.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Feeling bereft
Isn't an odd thing, an entirely new thing, or disorienting
At all.
But my head is spinning and my guts are churning
And all
Because I cannot call you. My fingertips are stuck on the first few numbers
And the key
For the padlocked zip on my mouth...
I threw it away, out in the trash.
Along with all the common sense and hope for us I had.
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