And here I sit now,
So still in the newfound silence,
My tears are running rampant
Down the face you once looked upon
So fondly.
Your words
Were all lies
And in the end I said goodbye
To your confused and wandering mind.
Perhaps you never loved me,
Or for a fleeting second you did,
But for me mere seconds
Are not enough,
So I will again find solace
In the emptiness.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoésieNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
