23rd May 2020. He left.
There were days I used to write down so I could heal,
There were days I used to cry out all so I could heal,
There were days I used to fall for another so I could fill in the gap left,
There were days I used to hate in order to get over it.
And yes, all that I have done,
The countless painful pieces I have written,
But still,
The pain is still fresh.
All this nights,
That I've had to painfully cry,
Until my eyes run dry,
With no more tears,
But still,
The pain is still fresh.
All this days,
That I've tried to fall for another,
But not even their sweet words, can woo me to them,
Because babe,
You left with my heart,
And yes the pain is still fresh.
All this days,
That I've tried to hate you with all my guts,
But I can't,
Because I don't even know how to,
Because my guts still wants you,
And yes the pain remains fresh.
Now I know not what to do,
While the pain is still fresh,
And the wound doesn't seem to heal,
I write and write, cry over and over again,
Asking God, why you had to happen,
But babe,
Why did you have to leave?
©Deborah Liliane
@dlarts.
#thebrokenpen
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