Little bits
I am little bits of pain
holding each other’s hand
A paper Christmas decoration
hanging from an over burdened bin
I am little bits of pain
The dull that blurs the diamond
The nothing touches deep
I am little bits of pain
The agony hurts more
My voice my only shore
I am little bits of pain
Selling my sadness like silver
Do you kiss
Tres good hanging on
my words
I am little bits of pain
because there is nothing more
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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