Once again I called you but you didn't answer,
Once again I longed for your touch but you're nowhere closer.
I have no choice but to appreciate our every movement,
Was never upright but you guided me with my every movement.
I wrote this as tears form in my eyes I cannot hold back,
From my scarred heart I spilled out my words for you left a mark.
I know right now you’re in a better place,
You left my space, your space that will never be replaced.
Once again I said goodbye trying to convince my throbbing heart,
Once again I told myself, “You'll soon forget and everything's gonna be alright."
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Bleed on Papers
PoetryA poem compilation about things in random, Problems with no solution written as idiom. Writers don't cry. They bleed on papers.
