And I'm not sure why.
i wasn't sad
I wasn't angry
There wasn't a single ounce of hurt
In my body.
Yet,
I cried
And I cried
Cried a beautiful stream
Of loneliness.
A loneliness that I couldn't physically feel
But it was there
And it poured its heart out last night
Right onto my pillow.
--Angela
1 comment:
I love this, it sounds like a poem i was going to write Friday night.
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