The Black Patch, by rachwill13 Subscribe to rss feed for rachwill13

No matter if my friends are around or not,
I still feel all alone.

There is no reason to feel this way,
They number in plenty.

The talk is always light and airy,
But I feel as though I bring gravity.

Constantly, I reach out.
Constantly, I want out.

What cocoon is this?
Who gave me this?

This cocoon is not mine.
I love life and all my,
Friends that come with it.

Sometimes, emotions just take over.
There is nothing to be done.
Today feels like an unmoving dream.
My heart’s sewn up.
A little pink patch gone black.
Posted: 2013-03-22 22:37:55 UTC

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