Sorrowful
Many of my thoughts dwell in the past
Surely, I longed to feel the breeze of your touch
Each day feels like a drag
Down is where I pick myself up
Please hear me when I say
I say my heart is in vain
Begged for it to come at peace to fix a broken piece
Please listen to me when I say
I say my soul is unease
Wished to mend it with no more broken piece
Copyright © Vern Marcelino | Year Posted 2021
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