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As I sit in my room,

It’s dark outside; and in my room

 

I’m filled with melancholy

tears start to sweep over me

I grieve over the past and the present

 

I’m falling into the crevices of my room,

I’m trying to peel away thoughts of sadness

They are so loud that I cover my head with my pillow

 

Somehow I start thinking of the sea

Slowly, I end up on the shore;

I am sitting silently and just thinking

 

I sit there with my tears and sorrows of the past

As I sit my heart slowly floats back to me

Soon I feel my mind floats back to my room

Reviews

[Mysty Rayn]

Simple and to the point. Personal. Lovely.