Thump thump

My heart, it beats like a drum

making mistakes making memories

If only he said yes to me

My heart would be a painted canvas

I've been handed a happy day

and it's the first in a while

My days have been empty, smelly

like bile

My pillow has become my closest

friend

He listens to the sounds of weeps

Keeps my secrets, helps me sleep

Softly swallowing secret sounds

Waiting for you to come around

Daydreaming about our late night talks

Yearning for something new

Can't stop staring at that wretched clock

It's making me rather blue