Each passing day is like a blur
Not getting any better
Not the best or anywhere near
Making me wish the old times
Each passing day breaking me
bit by bit
The broken crumbles impossible
to be fixed
Hanging on to my broken soul
Each passing day taking my hope
Breaking my heart
And leaving to bleed and heal
As the time moves on waiting for no one
Each passing day making me wonder
What went wrong to make it better
Leaving my sane mad as a wild horse
With no control and jumbled than before
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Deeper Within
PoesíaWhen you put your heart into your words, the words become a part of your soul, Something beautiful and broken When your heart sings, the words become more powerful, Something real and deeper within
