Tears overflowing into the strength of the founded notes,
Never sent and never organized, I remember the days I wrote.
My heart which was fading ever so slowely is now devoured,
Handed to you when all you could do was be glowered.
Remembering the day when I fell and tripped into love,
And in the mist of mornings i now hear the mourning doves.
Then, I felt powerful as if i could take over the world,
Reminding my stomach how it always used to swirl.
These notes have caught the eyes of the dispared,
I wonder if all of this to you was unaware.
My eyes couldn't take the lonely nights of tears anymore,
All I saw on my pillows was the wet substance I poured.
Written by TheKeana
11:59am, Tuesday, March Eleventh.