The Pain of Sorrow

January 26, 2014

The Pain of Sorrow,

It will only be worse

Tomorrow

Always in hurt,

Maybe it’s better to leave

A tattered paper heart

On my sleeve.

I’ll play the part.

I’ll play it well,

But with an empty heart

I’ll dwell.

The Pain of Sorrow

Will be worse

Tomorrow.

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