There Is Nothing Left
You know that feeling when
someone tells you something
and a pound of bricks get
stored on your shoulders like a
pounding in your heart, its not
the best feeling in the world
and I just don't know how to
react to it should I say nothing
and lie agreeing or speak up.
But I'm weak I'm chasing the
sun with my eyes no words left
tired and weak, there's no
devotion, am I waisting my
time am I making a mistake.
There's nothing to do but chase
the sun with my eyes slow an
sad with bricks and poundings.
There is nothing left.
Copyright © Brittney Lopez | Year Posted 2013
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