in New York
I lie in my bed now,
With the windows closed.
The curtains are open,
But no light comes in.
My room feels so crowded,
And then so empty.
When I look at it,
I can't decide.
I stare at the ceiling
And wonder away.
I wander and wonder
All at once.
The questions cloud my mind.
The tears blur my sight.
Nothing is clear anymore.
I cannot move,
Nor can I breathe.
It's like I'm dead,
While I'm alive.
How can one expect to live
When their heart
Is broken?
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aww you seem so sad, making
aww you seem so sad, making me (sorta) cry! :( ...you need a little brother lol
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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present that's why they call it a gift." -- my RE teacher and that kung foo turtle
Lolz, I do have a little
Lolz, I do have a little bro. Too bad he's such a spoilt brat!
Thank you for reading my poetry, Kanga. It means a lot to me...more than you could ever know.