Bright screen, nervous fingers
Sit over the surface, still linger
Short breaths, wrinkled brow
What can I say to him now?
Wet eyes, gasping breaths
Her tears have never felt so real
Fingers touch, type the word
No has never been so hard to make heard
Tear stained cheeks, back against the wall
Does anyone care about me at all?
Forced to leave, to say goodbye
Was all they tried for just a fleeting lullaby?
A song of joy, though not quite
Nothing can help them through this fight
Where is God, He's not in her sight
Walks away, "I'm okay"
Pushes away, finds somewhere safe
Back against the corner, sinks down to the floor
And lets her heart poor out of the door that is her soul
Was I a fool, to believe in something
In love, or someone above
No one can help me now, my light is gone, flew away as a dove
I am all alone, though watched from above
All because I said No
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Love and Hurt
PuisiLife is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.