It's hard to hold back the tears
a face tell the tale,
It's hard to get over the pain
It might take a while
The struggles of heartbreak.
for this heart to feel love again
the tears flowing, row, row.
row these pain gently down the stream,
an Ex, now history.
For a soul needs time to heal.
these blurred vision, dark glasses.
can't eat,
a see food diet
only seeing her I want a taste of lips.
Can't sleep, my bed is now a stranger
Luckily still breathing but walking heartless.
The House is the same & so is the view.
the memories only souvenir,
Holding the curtains of love,
My oxygen,
inhale, exhale.
can't breathe air without you.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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