My sorrow,
Its spins in my head
As if to say
You are nothing
My sorrow,
It runs like the wind on
A stormy night
When will it come
I don’t know
My sorrow,
It hits and runs
It comes and goes
It takes the peace away
But alights a new peace
One that cannot be explained
My sorrow.
Poetry
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Sweet and beautiful; the way that explaining sorrow and tears ought to be. I will be praying for you as your emotions continue to inspire you