Sadness has become my mistress
though I won’t speak of how I can
feel her lips on my eyelids every time
I close my eyes and no one knows
of the way she cradles me in the night.
Sadness knows better than to reveal
my wounds to the world.
Sadness has become my mistress
though I won’t speak of how I can
feel her lips on my eyelids every time
I close my eyes and no one knows
of the way she cradles me in the night.
Sadness knows better than to reveal
my wounds to the world.
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