Try sleeping with a heavy heart
Walking away from who I see in the mirror
The replay of our memories haunts
The bedroom sucks my energy
I, woman with a homeless soul
Dispatched by a marbled cone snail-like man
A man with no vibration when hunting,
I have been waiting for a letter from a realmless offshore
Or just a notification from the quite well-known stranger.
Denying hope a place to manifest
Waiting is a chronic law
I , woman referred to as weak link
It looks like am not sad anymore
Not because the pain is gone
My pain has just translated nerves into numbness
Even weak a link deserves a word
I’m not learning myself anymore
What’s there to learn on a silent call.
Everyone stares, no one sees
I , woman with holy romance
Silence has eroded my innocence
Everyone thinks, but no one reasons with me
Everyone loved then, no one loves still
Interlocked hearts flourish with a voice of massage
Everyone deserves no notification, no one else but me
needs just to know we’re no longer interlocked.
Send a dispatch, not healing, still waiting for just a word.
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