Sat, 05/05/2018 - 22:51 -- eugurlu

Night falls 

The sky turns dark 

A lonely swing set swings by the park 

I sit and I think

Alone and sick 

I go to bed 

Tired from the morning leaving me dead 

I twist and turn 

My stomach burns 

I lay in the night 

Looking for you, to my right 

My only source of light


I'd love to feel your hugs and hellos 

Making me boil like water in a teapot

But all i feel now after the cries and goodbyes

Like a teapot burning without water. 

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