As I sit down on the ground not bothering to stay on a chair
I find myself thinking about you
I shake those thoughts off
But nothing works
I find myself thinking about you
And a tear runs straight on my shirt
Which is now drenched in tears from my chest.
I put those 'memories' on a high shelf
So nobody can play with my emotions ever again.
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Comming To The Surface
PoetryJust a few words coming from my heart. Give it a try, don't be shy (^o^)
