It's a quarter after one
In my bedroom with no lamp
I'm laying alone on my bed
Hugging my fluffy giant bear
Staring up in the darkness
With a pair of glassy dull eyes
Feel the drying tears on my cheeks
Oh how salty does it tasted
My mouth curled downwards
Trembling from the pain
My pillow is the witness
Of the sorrow I feel within.
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PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
