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Sometimes
When I’m alone in my room,
My thoughts, like flowers,
Begin to bloom
Because my loneliness is Spring
In this season I see pictures of you
Smiling happy, unharmed
By my raging alarm,
I’m missing you
I feel you’ve moved on
The closer I get
The father you’ve gone
Hot tears glide down my face
My hands quaking, unable to wipe them away
The tears boil in my eyes
Heated by the anger in constant supply
I’m missing you
These flames in my heart
Burn for you,
The zephyr
Soothing my blazing heart
The watery embrace
That put me out of my fiery misery
What do I do now?
Without you?
I hate being alone in my room.
It gives me too much time to think about you.



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