Melancholy... that is the word for this moment.
Beaten... though not totally down.
Tired... of this circular heartache.
Frightened... alone again in this great big bed.
Tomorrow... may be a little better.
Hope... has not vanished in it's entirety.
Love... could blossom again some day.
Tomorrow... I am awakening anew.
1 comment:
Like this poem, alot.
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