I have learned now, to place a cloth over my face
Before smothering it with a pillow
There is nothing to be gained
By stained pillows, other than new pillows
To stain
As stifled sobs exit my face
Through muddy eyes
And blotchy cheeks
I cringe and sigh
At the thought of how ugly I have become
Sadness, like all emotions
Comes in waves
Which is why I try to fill my heart
And lungs
With fiery passions to chase away
The rainy days
Of my sorrowed heart-
Its attached to the Moon
The saddest creature, I presume
But still the one I love
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