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Crown of Tears
Another night without you,
no one to wake up to,
but your ghost still
haunts this lonely
house of mine.
I sit and stare for an hour,
desperately needing the
willpower to get up
and start the day,
but it doesn't feel the same.
Your ghost follows me into
every room,
like a lingering cloud
from a cartoon.
Above my head, it sits,
and it fits just like a crown.
These sad eyes,
reflected in the mirror,
have never looked any clearer,
as they wash away the pain,
of never seeing you again.
no one to wake up to,
but your ghost still
haunts this lonely
house of mine.
I sit and stare for an hour,
desperately needing the
willpower to get up
and start the day,
but it doesn't feel the same.
Your ghost follows me into
every room,
like a lingering cloud
from a cartoon.
Above my head, it sits,
and it fits just like a crown.
These sad eyes,
reflected in the mirror,
have never looked any clearer,
as they wash away the pain,
of never seeing you again.
Published 3rd Nov 2020
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