4

I am ashamed of this being
I have become.
I am full of tiredness,
The kind that swirls within
My brain
And leaves my legs lame.
I am deeply lost,
Stuck in a circle of regret
And pain.
My heart was left to rot
Many years before
And now, it continues to beat
In waves of four.
The first is sweet,
The second is a sensation
I find hard to beat,
The third is kept in fear,
Whilst the forth is desperate
For another’s breath to come near.

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