Tear stained tissues and
Long, sprawled-out I miss you’s
Make the whole of her heart
Feel less torn apart.

Into the great unknown
She ventures alone
And if he’d call her tonight
Everything might be alright.

But it’s not going to happen
because of everything that happened,
So she sits and stares at their memories
and prays every night, resting on her knees.

It’s hard to exist on earth
When your life lives in the heavens.


Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever. https://thebohemianrockstarpresents.wordpress.com/

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