Hands shake,
Eyes ache
as I write this poem
about you.
Tears pour
to the floor
each drop, a regret
worth an ocean or two.
I'm crying,
I'm dying.
Each memory brings
a pain to my chest.
Hiding the sorrow
"I'll be fine by tomorrow."
When I found out you're,
just like the rest.
Eyes ache
as I write this poem
about you.
Tears pour
to the floor
each drop, a regret
worth an ocean or two.
I'm crying,
I'm dying.
Each memory brings
a pain to my chest.
Hiding the sorrow
"I'll be fine by tomorrow."
When I found out you're,
just like the rest.
