..Breakups..


Youthful innocence
heartbreaks rake me
holding my pillow tight
I need that support
I can’t help feeling sad

Tears running down
Should I tell him
Should I ask him
Why? What did I do?
Did I deserve it?

Here I sit all alone
my diary an empty page
my phone a deaf tone
my heart a quiet ache
Slowly and stealthily

I get up, I move over
I got to make it
But can I really
What’s there that side
a garden of thorns

a piercing sting
don't want that again
so here I am
Today I stand to say
Bend over baby

No more will I cry alone
With nothing but a pillow
To wipe my tears away
While you enjoy
With friends around

I'm over this phase
I have a life to live
Can’t waste it on the past
A new day is here
And its bound to have
Something better than yesterday.

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