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Not once but twice I find myself shaking,
From a deep sleep I find myself waking.
But yet another tear shattered on que,
Though not many; I am one of the few.
Erasing all the memories of us,
Internally bleeding; covered in puss.
Shaking from head to toe, very alone,
All there is to hold onto is my hope.
Beneath my heart lies a sad mystery,
Tangled up in all of your misery.
You walk in; I find myself all shaky,
Your cologne (enough to almost break me).
Yet again I am torn up and broken,
So many words, yet all left unspoken.
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