Glimmering hope
Through guilty eyes
Sharp memories
Fake smiles
Real hurt.
The dust coated floor
In the room
Where I spend hours
Counting seconds
Passing time
Breaking down.
Twisting colours
Reds and yellows
Contrasting
Contradicting
Too many words
To hear them all
Too much emotion
To truly feel anything
I’m full to bursting.
Your face blurs
In and out of focus
And I can’t hear your voice anymore
Except when I think of you singing.
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