Please give me time, give me space,
Give me a few desolate days
I'll mend my broken shell and fix my dented pride,
I'll walk out like nothing's happened, I'll forget a part of me died
Please give me freedom, leave me in my sorrows,
Give me the time that I can't borrow
I'll dry away my tears and boost my self esteem,
I'll pretend that everything's not quite what it seems
Please leave me be, let me drown in my tears,
Don't intensify the grieving that's brought me here
I'll run around helplessly and find another lover,
I'll use my brush and easel, and radiate the colours
Please give me time, just give me space,
Don't expect me to heal within just a few days.
~Olivia
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Whisper of Silence |✓
PoetryTrapped. Surrounded on all sides by an overpowering barrier visible only to you. A barrier consisting of your thoughts, your dreams, your hopes, separating you from the rest of the world. Thoughts struggling to escape, the memories vivid in your he...
