Cure

You’re supposed to make me happy.
So why do I feel this way?
I can’t be this divided.
So I introduced you into my system & let you have your way.
You’re getting better at making me lose track of the days.
Spent one too many resting while the world kept spinning round.
As times changed, so did I.
Each hour passing slowly put me at ease.
Every sound a distraction, giving me something to focus on besides this pain.
I took comfort in your release & found levity in this situation.
Tomorrow I’ll do better with you inside of me.
Tomorrow I’ll be better because I have to be.

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  1. Loved it….. Hahahaaaaaa!!!

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