Sorrow You Swallow
it burns the heart,
as you drink it down,
cold and sour,
a sickly brown,
and no spoon of sugar,
will make this okay,
just a taste of my own,
as you turn away,
my sorrow is usless,
but i hold it to heart,
if i let it go,
my dreams drift apart.
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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