heavy

I find a way
I trouble and worry
I can’t believe
What I woke up to today
I have to be mad
I saw what you did
I witnessed it
You have no excuse
You know how low
Those last hours were
As bad as could be
I was ashamed for you
But now I know the
Orange sunset didn’t fix
And next sunset was
The worst one ever
I have seen a man in emotional pain
And I am some who
Has been in that exact place before
And I owe apologies
And I am so mad
But anger is the soul eater
I am already dead
But the night is red
And then the stars will come out
Yet why would you do that
And the female statue with wings
Has no reply

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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