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A Shower of Emotions
As I wake in the morning, emotions on high,
realizing you are no longer by my side.
A struggle to move, don't want to leave the bed,
thinking instead of all the things that she said.
I've never loved anything as much as I love her,
living my life without her, too much to endure.
Each day cruel, with never ending sadness,
enough to drive a once happy, positive man to madness.
One leg now moving, my brain triggers the other,
body in motion, on with another day of torture.
Making coffee for one, tears stream from my eyes,
a simple task once, now it just makes me cry.
Morning juice now brewing, hop on the stationary bike,
riding for miles, to suppress the feelings inside.
Getting nowhere fast, it doesn't help at all,
the gravity of the situation, the length of my fall.
Turn on the music, and jump in the shower,
blasting my jams to fight this hostile takeover.
The Used, Devil Wears Prada, A Day to Remember,
all on my playlist to help me feel better.
The songs push the spectrum, a full gamut of emotions,
singing in the shower, and the tears just start flowing.
Trembling voice, hands shaking as my lungs expel,
thinking about her while my voice fills the morning air.
My own private studio, singing in the shower,
no soundproofing, but still a place of power.
I emerge from my booth, pulling back the curtain,
displacing tears is helpful, but my heart is still hurting.
Several song played, my voice is exhausted,
Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love come on, and then I just lost it.
A rush of emotions because this song speaks to me,
if I wanted to cry forever, I would play it on repeat.
Face once dry, salty streams to my chin,
this song starts the process all over again.
I can't help but to participate, and sing it out loud,
head getting light, feeling like I am about to pass out.
To the best of my ability, I collect myself,
again drying my face, as if it will help.
Put on my mask, and go face the day,
an empty shell of a man since you went away.
The tears a plentiful and salty like the ocean,
falling each day in a shower of emotions.
Original Work by: Shawn A.
realizing you are no longer by my side.
A struggle to move, don't want to leave the bed,
thinking instead of all the things that she said.
I've never loved anything as much as I love her,
living my life without her, too much to endure.
Each day cruel, with never ending sadness,
enough to drive a once happy, positive man to madness.
One leg now moving, my brain triggers the other,
body in motion, on with another day of torture.
Making coffee for one, tears stream from my eyes,
a simple task once, now it just makes me cry.
Morning juice now brewing, hop on the stationary bike,
riding for miles, to suppress the feelings inside.
Getting nowhere fast, it doesn't help at all,
the gravity of the situation, the length of my fall.
Turn on the music, and jump in the shower,
blasting my jams to fight this hostile takeover.
The Used, Devil Wears Prada, A Day to Remember,
all on my playlist to help me feel better.
The songs push the spectrum, a full gamut of emotions,
singing in the shower, and the tears just start flowing.
Trembling voice, hands shaking as my lungs expel,
thinking about her while my voice fills the morning air.
My own private studio, singing in the shower,
no soundproofing, but still a place of power.
I emerge from my booth, pulling back the curtain,
displacing tears is helpful, but my heart is still hurting.
Several song played, my voice is exhausted,
Pierce The Veil - Bulletproof Love come on, and then I just lost it.
A rush of emotions because this song speaks to me,
if I wanted to cry forever, I would play it on repeat.
Face once dry, salty streams to my chin,
this song starts the process all over again.
I can't help but to participate, and sing it out loud,
head getting light, feeling like I am about to pass out.
To the best of my ability, I collect myself,
again drying my face, as if it will help.
Put on my mask, and go face the day,
an empty shell of a man since you went away.
The tears a plentiful and salty like the ocean,
falling each day in a shower of emotions.
Original Work by: Shawn A.
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A Shower of Emotions
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