Dealing
Wilting flowers,
the sunlight is fading.
I feel hysteria setting in.
Can’t you see the pain
hidden deep in my eyes,
the tears that will not fall
but will never dry?
I’m shook to the core,
I’m shocked by the loss.
I can no longer hold onto my secrets,
my white houses are gone,
they’re been painted black.
I’ve been painted,
I’ve been spoiled,
I’ve been left to rot.
This is my life to live,
my pain to deal with.
Without you.
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