no use in crying,
not over spilled milk.
don't waste your tears on something that doesn't deserve it,
or someone.
mourn in vain for a time machine,
to change the outcome that provoked the rain,
but it's gonna be okay,
let the sunshine in,
force the agony out.
such futile tears,
they continue to cascade down.
don't let them go to waste,
on such hopeless matters.
the spilled milk is just a temporary mess,
don't let it distract you.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
