1st of January
(A New Year’s broken heart)
Last night, I waited… waited for you,
For a message that never came through.
The clock struck twelve, 💫🎆
But all I felt was cold.
My heart, once warm, is now cracked and old. 💔
I stared at my phone, waiting for a sign 📱
But you, my love, never crossed that line.
Maybe you don’t feel the same,
And I’m left here alone, drowning in pain. 🌧️
So, I wrapped myself in a blanket tight, 🧣
Hoping it could keep out the night.
But inside, I knew the truth,
That you, my girl, were slipping from my youth. 🎇💭
In my room, the silence rang loud,
As I listened to *Kis-Kis* with my head bowed. 🎧
“Sorry, sorry,” the lyrics sang,
Echoing the heartbreak that stung like a fang. 🥀💔
*"В городе опять январь, Я в плед закуталась, сижу..."*
The words, they hit deep, they feel so true.
I’m sitting here, lost in my mind,
Hoping this year won’t be as unkind. 🌲❄️
The rain fell, soaking the street, 🌧️
Just like the tears I tried to beat.
And I thought of you, my closest friend,
But our story might be nearing the end. 🌕🖤
Under the stars, alone I lay,
Wondering why I feel this way. ✨
But I’ll keep going, I’ll survive,
And maybe one day, I’ll feel alive. 🌿💚
For now, I’ll hide beneath my sheets, 🛏️
Dreaming of love that never repeats.
I’ll tweet my pain, I’ll write it down,
And promise to turn this year around. 🌸📜
New Year’s Day, and I feel so small,
But I’ll rise again, and I won’t fall. 🌱💫
Next time, maybe you’ll notice me,
Or maybe, I’ll just learn to be free. 🕊️❤️
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365 Women a Year
PoetryThis poetry collection brings to life the stories of 365 women, each poem representing a day of the year. Through diverse voices and experiences, it explores themes of love, identity, resilience, and freedom. From quiet moments of reflection to bold...
