Sometimes I’m Short on Words

mirror fragments on gray surface with the reflection of a person s arm
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Sometimes I’m Short on Words

sometimes i cry
with no rhyme or reason
sometimes i scream
with no excruciating hurt
that draws blood

sometimes i break
like chinaware hitting a unforgiving floor
with no excuse for why i fell

sometimes i yell
at the broken mirror
desperate for something more
a dream worth living and dying for

 

Love Always, Esha 🌺🌺

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