They say,grief gives you the power to speak.
My heart is sore,
But the words wo'nt come,
The pen, wouldn't yield..
Emotions are raw,
And the mind is numb.
A cry is rising to my throat,
But my voice has forsaken me..
The tears have dried,
And memories are hurt,
Love again left unrequited,
But the pen still wouldn't yield...
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