"Just a phase," they say
Again and again
When will this phase
Cone to an end?
"You'll be fine," they say
Again and again
All the while I'm asking
When, just when?
"It'll go away," they say
Again and again
But what if it doesn't
Tell me: what then?
"Don't worry," they say
Again and again
But can't they see?
I'm going 'round the bend
"Just a phase," they say
Again and again
Although they know
It'll never end.
~Via
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
