I realized that
what I was trying to
tell her
was that he
used up all my sadness
there is nothing there
anymore
my heart will not
warm up
and glow
at the sight of him
the sound of his name
the memories I have
of him
my future is so unclear
I guess it's been
too long in the rain
where I've been waiting
and I'm putting my hood up
and looking for
another way
in the dark
About the Creator
Danielle Mullineaux
Lost dryad working to build a temple for her thoughts in the forest of her mind.
Or keep her sanity in the human experience.
Both are true.
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