My eyes are brimmed with tears,
My stomach churning from fears,
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Out of no where I cry,
Without even a wonder why.
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My stomach sinks,
My eyes are pink.
.
My heart aches,
Yet I still smile for your sake.
.
My hands are numb,
I feel so dumb.
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I am sore,
I'm losing this war.
.
I don't get it,
Look where I sit.
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Once I was smiling,
Now I'm crying.
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There's nothing else to say,
Other than I feel bad today.
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Clouds of Thought
PoetryPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112
