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An echo
Another late hour of loneliness goes by
as I am reading words of someone else's love
but when I try to write some of mine
only tears and throbbing pain come out
Yet I feel like I could write
only about you and no one else ever
see, I am even writing about you tonight
trying to think of something new and clever
But it feels like I am doing it the wrong way
writing about old love yet expecting something new
all those poems, they all seem the same
and I am kinda tired of writing about you
I can't promise you this will be the last
as I don't feel yet ready to let go
I will call out your name a few more times
even though my voice remains an echo
© mundanemilena
as I am reading words of someone else's love
but when I try to write some of mine
only tears and throbbing pain come out
Yet I feel like I could write
only about you and no one else ever
see, I am even writing about you tonight
trying to think of something new and clever
But it feels like I am doing it the wrong way
writing about old love yet expecting something new
all those poems, they all seem the same
and I am kinda tired of writing about you
I can't promise you this will be the last
as I don't feel yet ready to let go
I will call out your name a few more times
even though my voice remains an echo
© mundanemilena
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