Heartache
Does heartache ever end?
The cracks and grooves, do they mend?
Will it return to its regular beat?
Without you, it's incomplete.
No rhythm for the life it once promised to me.
Emptiness lives where happiness should be.
The glimmer of hope is that we'll meet again,
when my time is up and I meet my end.
I hope you'll be stood expecting me,
with arms wide open, like it used to be.
If this one found you at the right time…
Maybe you'll find something in these, too.
Things That Stay
For the memories that refuse to leave when someone does.
The Faint, Small Smile.
For the smallest glimmer of hope when everything feels heavy.
All of Your Tomorrows
For when loving someone means wishing you could have found them sooner.
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Thank you for reading.
— Shannon x
