(17)
My words don't reach you
They fall like butterflies with broken wings
Before they reach your ear
The next day the butterflies were dead
And I was a mute
(18)
Waking up without you
In a bed that has space for one
Makes me cry
Waking up with you
In a bed that had space for two
Made me feel stupid
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The Party
PoetryThe party is a poetry book revolving around friendship, heartbreak, addiction and the slow breaking and redevelopment of the writer's mind.
