No. 5

I cry red tears and they stain the sheets

Don’t look back fondly on these memories

He brings me in close and when it’s time to speak- a ghost is discouraging me

I cry red tears and they stain my feet

Broken egg shells and glass are underneath

I want to be close but it's time to be

A little less pathetic

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