My mind is taking over my heart again; I am fighting the urge but losing instantly. The tears began streaming down my face and I drop. I drop like millions of rain drops hitting the pavement outside on this lonely night. My eyes are welding shut by the millions of tears crusting over. I myself feel over, falling over onto my stomach as my head pushes far into the softness of my pillow. My hands squeeze it as if they were ripping apart the monster that has created this girl I have become. Flashbacks began, seeing the day of when my eyes met yours. The view is hard to forget, but yet easy to remember. I hold myself once again, curling up into this ball upon my bed. I pray, I pray to forget. I fall asleep and when I awake for a second, just a second my mind is empty. Then it all comes back to me. My weakness hollers to me, stopping me from getting up. I lie there for minutes, one thought comes to mind. I rise from my bed, shaking. One foot hits the floor, then the other.
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Megan Rose's Poetry
कविताThis is my 1st poetry book. I hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. -Poet_Megan_Rose
