these
antidepressants
won't let me be
i linger inside helplessly
hoping that the affection i write
for my dearest doesn't wither
from the fragility
of my heart
to be more saddened than they presently know
empowers me with all that moodiness they find
whenever i passionately shed the light of
my immortal soul
and now
i canvass through the depth my mind:
will they still "love" me
after i am utterly vacant from
the 'me' they have always held
before their delighted
beautiful
eyes...
will they even
remember
me?
antidepressants
won't let me be
i linger inside helplessly
hoping that the affection i write
for my dearest doesn't wither
from the fragility
of my heart
to be more saddened than they presently know
empowers me with all that moodiness they find
whenever i passionately shed the light of
my immortal soul
and now
i canvass through the depth my mind:
will they still "love" me
after i am utterly vacant from
the 'me' they have always held
before their delighted
beautiful
eyes...
will they even
remember
me?
there against
the obscuring of your empyrean abode
the obscuring of your empyrean abode
remains the ebony crook
that yearns my unrivaled
valediction
that yearns my unrivaled
valediction
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