Everyday the brightness of her soul blur
Just as someone killing her over and over
With a knife in her heart and a bullet inside her head
Mental misbalances, impulsive decisions
"This can't be true" she repeated
The weather aligned to her emotions
And her face looked so low
Retaining the idea of losing the love of her life
Losing the chance of having him
The quality of her life feels like none
Wondering if she will ever move on
She has lost the only motivation
The component that helped her wake up everyday
And just contemplate his look in the morning
Walking through the door without caring he's late
A round and long cycle, a routine that lit up her day
The cycle continues but now all she sees is her all over his head
All she can imagine is how many times a week they go out
Things has changed, opportunities has been wasted
Making suppositions of when will they end
Hoping this ends tomorrow so she can bloom and hit a new dead end
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Feelings
PoetryUsual stuff that we feel. I think that feelings are a huge part of our life and that we should own them, whether we like them or not. Happiness, anxiety, love, mistrust, vulnerability, frustration, sadness, anger, euphoria, self love, confusion... a...
