You are my Pain

By , Chicago, IL

You are the heavy bags that lay under my eyes.

The constant lump in my throat that swells up my throat

You are the tears that slip through my eyes

You are the cancer that plagues the room

You are the life span of a dying rose

The dirty ground that stays beneath my feet

Your presence still continues to haunt me

But you also are the fresh smell of rain

The thoughts that continue to make me sane






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