Pain is unceasing
Setting in uneasy
To the right side
I feel my senses leaving
A split in my side
Like a knife to the mind
Leaving you motionless
Unknowingly left behind
Easing back out
Senses are sensitive
Light comes to mind
Pulling you right back in
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My head aches when I think of you
And there's nothing I can really do
I just want you back again
But writing my feelings is all I have
I guess we are even
But just this moment
Life is for living
And I want to show you it
I'm not leaving you behind
But every time I think
I just want to throw up
And make my body shrink
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Poem Book
PoetryA literary tête-à-tête to help myself get by. You will find both poem and prose in this public diary of thought and representation, but a cliché name never hurts anyone.
