I could not understand amiss
Admist nothing and no situation
Where this sadness was born
The linger of a second-hand kiss
All its false loves and adoration
For what tears with no salt mourn
I wondered
Was it intuition
And why so naturally
Plundered
The vision
As a heart sank sadly
My hands like the clocks ran circles
Touching everything
To never be the same
©️ The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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