Despite the weather,
I feel cold,
It's just me seeking warmth,
The day has passed painfully,
Or painful my day was?
When trying to get up ,
Feels like my stories have gotten old,
And when I set my feet on ground ,
My heart just feels cold.
No I don't need the cure,
The cure of yours ,just why?
I don't like the pain of healing,
The cure just makes me cry.
Surrounded by these four walls,
I'm pushing you away,
My lil' joy tries to come close,
But I send it away,
My head feels like it's on war,
Running ,stumbling ,crying,
Although it's calm one second,
The next moment I'm dying ,
My whole being aches,
Eyes watering like a river,
Don't worry ,it ain't heartbreak,
I just caught some fever.
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Unsaid
PoetryIt was painfully worded , And beautifully read , The things that were written, Were those never said.
