Doesn't he realize my heart is as wide as the ocean
And some days as sad as my
15 year old self
Crying to The Smiths
Alone in my bedroom
I cannot control the Nostalgia
That rushes over me
A song
A scent
A season
It doesn't take much
For this heart of mine to bleed
I feel like an open wound
Leaving a trail of blood
With every step I take
Looking desperately for sutures
That I can never seem to find
Amber C. Smith (June 24, 2013)
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