over cooked bacon and an empty soul
dreading monday but hating sunday
loving your parents but hating how much they fight
sad songs and a cold room
candles burning your heart
carrying the burden of the mistake you made last night
emotions that get heavier as the day drags on
a guitar that plays just a little bit louder than the day before
laying backwards in bed with the pillows at your feet
playing out endless scenarios in your head
a journal that replaced your friends
wishing you were lying here next to me
the promise of a new week but the regret of a wasted one
a chai tea that warms your soul
This is simply poetry. I love the way you say things. Your one of the best I have seen. Simple, yet great!
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Ahh the simplicity. I love this.
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