Morning 'til night
Sunrise 'til sunset
Every waking moment,
Every sleepless night
I lay still, wide awake, thinking
Counting days that turned into months
Moving without actually moving
Stuck in my own bubble
Keeping up a facade of joy, of happiness
But as the sun sets and the world sleeps
The rain will start pouring without care
A pillow and blanket, the only comfort
Of a lost dream
Of a heart missing its pieces, and
Of a soul broken beyond repair
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Memories
PoetryFriendship... love... broken hearts... dreams... emotions... New beginnings... reality... A compilation of words that never had the chance to say, never had the chance to hear. Stories behind a couple of short phrases and words that mean a whole lot...
