Don't worry about me, beautiful
I'm alright
The sound of your goodbye
Has become my lullaby for all those hellish nights
I know that you love me, so I promise I'll survive
Every thought of you continuously running laps through my mind
Even though we're both hurting
I will always try to remain kind
Even though last month I never got to call you my valentine
There is not a day that I don't think of you as mine,
but it's not about me, beautiful
It's about space and time
It gets harder, and it's no secret I cry
It's not about me, beautiful
It's about space and time
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Frankie Martinelli
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Comments (3)
"The sound of your goodbye has become my lullaby". That was my favourite part. Loved your poem!
I hope your muse read these poem you made for her
Heartbreakingly beautiful β€οΈβπ©Ήπ