THE MORNING AFTER
as i wring out my pillow case
and pick my heart up off the floor
the salt of the tears i still taste
even though im not crying anymore
i take a deep breath to relieve pressure
and try to clear my mind
the love i once treasured
is no longer kind
surviving an almost fatal heartache
removing the knife from my chest
took all i could take
admit defeat and take a rest.
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beautiful!
this was bursting with a feeling I think I know too.
oh that pain, no wonder they call it heart ache....thats really what it feels like.
I loved those first to lines, it set the whole write on it's way.....very well done....peace