Fly high and scream my regrets
Stoop low and await what's next
My hidden feelings exploding
Unloading, decoding with a dark sense of forebodingWash me in my sorrow
I'll wipe my tears until tomorrow
My inner strength that lies
In disguise of the many guys
that my emotions pretend to beTear me in three, I'm better that way
One healed, one scarred, one gone today
Shun me to solitude, mourning
I'm forming, reforming
from the heartbreak, I ignored your warning.
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The Best of Billy: a compilation.
PoetryHighest rank of #3 in poetry. A collection of my best poems picked from my poetry albums 1-6. © 2019 Billy Waugh