Words are beginning to lose their comfort, and I am more sad with each passing night. My mind is empty and my heart has become hollow...you are becoming a part of me, and I think that is what I abhor the most.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"and..."
Words are beginning to lose their comfort, and I am more sad with each passing night. My mind is empty and my heart has become hollow...you are becoming a part of me, and I think that is what I abhor the most.