As my nights get later and later
I feel the sadness grip onto my heart
You had made me so blissful
Giving me the ability to fall asleep
At half decent times
Now I stay awake,
Watching the time tick on
1am
2am
3am
Distracting my mind
to forget about your face.
I can feel the new cracks
That you left behind
Different than the ones I
Already had.
I miss you
For what it's worth,
But I know deep down
You played me like a
Violin.
And I'll wake up early
Expecting to see your name
Show up on my phone
The cracks become deeper
As the disappointment seeps in
You aren't there
And you never will be again.
You played me like a
Violin
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
