Cut-down leaves, withering hearts, spineless dreams stuck in shower thoughts
Left me staring for a time at my ceiling,
Reliving good times and re-connecting dots
I'm reaching for a switch but I can't hide behind my laughter,
They lied—no, it's not always a “happily ever after”,
While March marches on I tussle, drowning in disaster
Bottling it up and hoping to one day splatter,
It's 6 am in March and I'm only getting older,
They told me I could do it but an island's still a loner,
I see you going through these lines and thinking, “what a joker”—
But one day, one day when death walks in this battle will be over.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
