There's a quiet aching in
my heart. That reminds why
marriage is not an option.
Not at naive eighteen.
There is a dam of hurt building,
bashing angrily against my heart,
bashing hurtfully and pointlessly,
asking if it's even worth it.
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You are my pain
when I close my eyes
and can not fall asleep
because my thoughts are
incapable of being contained
And I whisper you name
echoing forever to the ceiling
Hoping for some sort of reply
or to hear my name uttered
from your lips.
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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