Broken, lost, was not prepared
Holding, fast, to what used to be
Gripping, tight, can't be repaired
Slipping, past, any type of reality
Loving, thoughts, you were my queen
Caring, trust, I put you on a pedestal
Dreaming, lots, you are in every scene
Steaming, hot, your voice was sensual
Rotting, foul, now my heart is decaying
Knotting, tied, feelings tighten the noose
Burning, fire, so warm I feel like I'm cooking
Waiting, still, until then I'll be singing the blues
©schizology
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