Today someone stole my smile.
Today someone shot me down.
As soon as I collect myself,
Someone points they're gun.
It's always too easy to steal my wings.
And I realize all it takes is little things.
And I capture and hold my breath,
But the tears decide to escape there holding place.
Today was full of grey.
Missing a piece,
I feel alone.
1 comment:
The day was grey where I am today too. Thank you for your words. It brings a small comfort to know I'm not alone.
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