I lay awake at ungodly hours
Looking at the ceiling over my bed
With heart lodged in my throat,
Engulfed in feelings of dread
Always hard to breathe
When you think of the end
Of something that meant so much
And the reason you lost your best friend
Choking on memories
And drowning in air
Knowing the truth
Makes it that much harder to bear
She can cover it up in excuses
But my heart is worse for wear
Looking back on the wedge between us
When she is the one who put it there
Musing over things I've lost
Wondering how she would mend
What she gave up. But she won't
So I lay awake, writing letters I'll never send
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoésieAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
