"Sadness Collective #2"
By Arcassin Burnham
Everything you did,
Strumming guitars,
Covering scars,
You were strong,
Tears pouring out of My eyes cause your gone,
laying roses on a plastic covered grave with
Your name engraved, welcome to pain,
Testing patience in this twisted world of
Mine, writing notes down and sticking
Them on the walls to pass the time of this
kind of acceptance,
Making plain habits and wearing out my
welcomes in the weakest form while
Sleeping on the back porch turning my
Tears into puddles,
You knew how to wear that cold fabric souly unlike
Others,
When we cuddle,
its like life Wants me to forfill another.
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