Grows inside my boxed–in room,
Alone and stranded
I lay on your side of the bed,
Wearing your favorite button down
And listening to the saddest tunes available;
Thinking about you and me,
Laughing to myself of our adventures
Which turns into a waterfall of tears,
A nightly routine since you left.
I hold a pillow close
Pretending it’s you
I’m holding onto,
The tears flow into a wet puddle
Under my blotched cheek;
I pull the covers over my freezing soul,
Wishing you’d come back,
Just to hold me once more.
My broken heart is mending
The slowest is it possibly can,
I know it may not be meant to be,
But please give me one last chance;
We’ll get on perfectly
As we always do,
There’s never a dead moment together,
However,
I now lay in silence;
A rotting corpse under the sheets
We once shared,
The only piece of my heart remains
In this single proof of our love.
The tears flow into a wet puddle
Under my blotched cheek;
I pull the covers over my freezing soul,
Wishing you’d come back,
Just to hold me once more.
My broken heart is mending
The slowest is it possibly can,
I know it may not be meant to be,
But please give me one last chance;
We’ll get on perfectly
As we always do,
There’s never a dead moment together,
However,
I now lay in silence;
A rotting corpse under the sheets
We once shared,
The only piece of my heart remains
In this single proof of our love.
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