Never Ending Cycle

Like a never ending cycle

I was drawn to loneliness after you were gone

Yet I was instilled with a desire to live

Even though you would not draw another breath

Your brown eyes, I can’t look at pictures of you

To think you are gone

My brain still doesn’t want to comprehend

Like a never ending cycle

I think of you and wonder

Should I smile or should I cry?

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