The music stopped
the connection broken
And I fall to my knees, weeping in disrepair.
A cry so long crushed,
as though I have not cried in 100 years
It has only been a few days
I cry alone so no one will stop me
They wont tell me
"It Will Be Okay."
No Lies
In the day I adorn myself in trappings,
those reminding me most of you
Still I am naked,
Stripped by my own hands.
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