The hollow of the empty heart.
A beat without a band.
My soul has reached damnation.
All by your hand.
When words turn to whispers.
And ghosts have lay me to rest.
May you find some peace.
Upon her living chest.
I feel like I have left the world.
My body all turned numb.
Waiting for the day he will say...
"My dear your time is done".
A sentence on my soul.
By the last words I ever said
"I love you" my heart had cried.
And now I fear its dead.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges5 days ago in Psyche
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