Last night I went to bed under the pretext of your uncanny support.
Tonight I fill my pillowcase with stains of black.
The mascara leaving my lashes,
As I was too tired to wipe it off.
I am left with the question of what will tomorrow bring?
Your control goes too far with me,
And I am sad to say I let you take hold of my heart for too long.
I will take it back now,
Examine the cost of damage that you will not pay.
Why am I always left with the debt of your absence?
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
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