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by Baby Rainbow Mar 2, 2016
Sadness, depression /
The sweet fragrance
of that passing perfume in the breeze,
starts burning through my eyes
as memories begin rolling down my cheeks,
sinking into my lips.
The resonated sobs of my heart echo
as my emotions bind thoughts of being unworthy
into feelings of being a burden.
Grief is failing to break through this winter,
and frankly, so am I.
Seeking sleep so desperately,
I have one final request:
If you find me,
and you truly love me,
please don't wake me. Saffie