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Rated: E · Prose · Other · #1262535
my first attempt at prose! its raw and its real and its my favorite
listen to the trains sail by as if their tracks were the streets outside
Im overtaken with exhaustion as I lay here
I know that the sun will peek through in the morning
sending me another day, another chance
I am too sad to smile anymore or hope to make this right
So I allow the possibilities to overcome my mind,
I need to sleep, to close my eyes and not be afraid
But this house is strange when you’re not here, no sound, no smell,
Just emptiness almost as I imagine hell
Just yesterday, you wrestled him on the floor
And tomorrow I will see you, and my heart will leap with joy
My eyes are so heavy now and still I want to write
Get the feelings and emotions out
Then maybe I can sleep, maybe I can dream of what life should hold
Instead of what it will never be, a dream so bold
My feet are warm, my fingers fast and the clock is ticking by
I think the dog and cat that live here keep me up at night
Perhaps that’s my excuse when the truth is so much larger
I cant sleep, I never have since that day you left never to return
Why do you love them and not me? Why must I fight so much harder than the rest?
I know the disgust you hold for me, you know not the depth of this
Can you see your sadness when you look into My eyes?
No you cant, you see sadness because he wont love me back
The truth is that you wont love me back
Im alone, I have been for so long, and Im afraid of the dark and of heights
and Im afraid that one day you will realize im litter on the sidewalk.
I hope like sleep tonight, that day will never come, but I have to drive a long
way tomorrow so this day is done.
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