I lie on cold tiles,
My heart torn out by you,
All those miles.
I cry into my palm,
struggling to breath,
Nobody's left to help me calm.
I don't know what to make,
Unable to say a word,
It's such a bad ache.
I'm weak.
I'm scared.
I'm alone.
I watch as time passes by,
I still hurt,
But now I've moved on,
I still cry.
Submitted: November 22, 2013
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Pearl Quearl
Great piece .
Fri, November 22nd, 2013 7:48am