TEARS OF DENIAL
Tears run its course,
constant streams carving,
its rightful place on me,
Despite the torrent of water,
nothing can compare to the pain inside.
Denial pounds through my mind,
Emptiness echoes in my heart,
Hands are thrown up in despair,
My heart aches, missing you;
Never to see your dimpled smile,
or feel your warm, sweet embrace,
or laugh at the silliest things
or to play beautiful music together.
Each thought rips my heart apart,
as sobs rack throughout my body,
paralyzing my heart and mind,
knowing the impossible truth.
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TEARS OF DENIAL
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