Getting Tired

Getting Tired.
Of the want to just be with you.
It breaks my heart.
How alone am I.
While sitting alone in this room.
The Room and I.
Maybe I could laugh.
A little at my long and pouted mouth.
A weighted grin.
It is winter now.
I must prepare for all I cannot bear.
Myself.
My mind



Credits
Writer(s): Raphaelle Standell Preston, Taylor Bonner Smith, Austin Tufts
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