Falling Glass
I felt close to exploding.
All the vexation my mind was uploading.
Im awake, while my enervated heart is dosing.
All of me that I was showing, only to be forgotten.
Forgotten like when one grows old. feeling lost,
Like a missing piece of me needs to unfold.
Unfold to love again. Maybe I can start again,
but what if this end, is really the end?
Words building up in my chest, regretting
what I hadn't confessed. Plunged into a state of being depressed
hoping that this chaos is nothing but a test. I admit, I may have
moved quite fast, and maybe that explains how my heart became....
Falling glass
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