Literature
Headache
+ Headache+
You cause my head to ache
Too many thoughts for this weak mind
With a mere smile you can change the way I breathe
And if I lie, then pain marches towards me…
Your words have many colours
And each one I dare to explore
Anxious, my heart beats just to know
What you used them for
A distant glimpse of your pure eyes you lend me
But as I try to stand, you turn away
Although my hope until now has been sheltered
I can clearly hear the roof give in, haunted by the rain
So, if you would seek me out
A damp face is what you will find
Left in the darkest corner
Of the room you left behind
If eyes may be just a means to see
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