Anonymous Posted 21 years agoMy Favorite Pink Comforter
I can't find an escape, where is my door?
You've moved on, no regrets, no bruises
No, you didn't break like I did...
Yesterday, I broke all the mirrors
even the one decorated with pink glitter,
because they showed clearly, all the wrinkles
that have taken over my smile these days.
And I can't help but wonder, how can I
find another, no one else would understand..
My heart cannot be molded, no it wont just adapt,
no it wont without hesitance accept any other.
You were, for these past four years
like my favorite pink comforter,
the one I can't bear to part with,
the one that is coming apart at the seams,
the one that has been with me since I discovered
what love truely means. My nights are long,
my dreams are gone, when I dont have my
favorite pink comforter shielding me in the darkness..
and just as I hold on to this old comforter, in
denial, I hold on to a fading hope that
you will come home, for you
I will let go of that old comforter, I won't need it anymore..