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Spent Days

Searching for the right reasons
Stumbling from bar to bar
Thinking that you’ll find the red string
It’ll draw them out to you
You’ll finally find your fate

Searching for the righteous in all you do
Hoping that you’re on the right path
Tired of being broken
Getting lost is where you’re constantly at

Daylight hits and its back to the routine
Coming home to an empty house tears your heart

Holidays are the loneliest
Nights are the loudest
Praying for sleep to come sooner
Tears turn to dust
The Mr Right nows aren’t doing you any good anymore
The Mrs. Right nows are so vapid, they’re only good for a good lay
Then you move on

Searching for something that is missing from your soul
Tired of the scars
The back scratches fade after a few weeks
No one there at the door to greet you

Sorrow is what you find night after night
Lies etched in your mirror as you face yourself

Pretend its ok
Daylight hits and its back to your routine

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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