They hit my pillow at night,
With a hollow empty sound.
The only thing left in my heart,
Is this emptiness I’ve found.
No more laughter is left,
No more joy to fill my world,
Laying quietly in my lonely bed,
Against your old pillow curled.
Rereading all of the letters,
Of once happier times spent,
My views of Happily Ever After,
Now broken, distorted, and bent.
Although I face the world,
Surrounded by broken mirrors,
I walk on thinking of you,
Followed by the stains of empty tears.
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