Deep Into My Sorrows

There was this feeling before
When you played me that song
That one song which reminded me of you.

‘The song of my sorrows’ some might say
But for me,
It just became my identity
An image formed every time I looked myself into the mirror.

My mother once told me of my eyes,
Deep brown with a living fire in them she said
But now they appear to be red,
Surfacing the light with the darkness within.

There was a time I thought I had you all figured out,
Time when I made you my world
But now here I am trying to fix every scattered broken piece of me
And it all just seems impossible.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.