What are you looking for?
Not a writer, just a woman with a broken heart
1 year ago · · Stress,
Past the point of heart break —
Over a love so sweet like Honey
A smile so warm
With a heart so strong upon embrace.
I don’t know who I am anymore
Without my connected soul
In Shared lounge clothes
My blanket when I am cold.
The sun to my flower, I bloom and unfold.
My heart seems incomplete
As my mascara runs down my cheek
This doesn’t feel real
Come back home to me
Climb into bed
And wake me up
From this dream that is too surreal.