Poetry · Writing

tiny violin, tiny violet

i never wanted to leave

kicking screaming dreaming

i’ll wake up

alone

sleep alone

waiting for

something

maybe a scene from a film

something wholehearted

with an upbeat song at the end

and come home

alone

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