Insanity
Tears streaming down my numb face,
Our song playing to the beat of my broken heart,
Down another bottle,
But you're still lying there next to me,
Cocking your head,
Your sickly sweet voice still rings in my mind,
You repeat my name like a prayer that won't come true,
For a second everything is how it used to be.
It is all a lie.
This high is not the answer.
Sunday 7th May 2017 8:00 am
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