Goodbye Lullaby

July 10, 2019

Empty bed.

Pounding head.

Shrinking room.

Open tomb.

Acid words.

Flightless birds.

Searing burn.

No return.

Please don’t go.

I don’t know.

What I’ll do.

Without you.

Juggling act.

Loss of tact.

Endless tears.

Creeping fears.

Wipe the slate.

Believe fate.

Count to ten.

Start again.

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