You are sick with sad
And I have no cure
"Here hold my hand
It might make it better"
But you snatch your hand away
Afraid it is contagious
You advise me not to stay
"It may be dangerous"
Abiding by your wish
I return home
To wander amiss
Selflessly alone
After 2 days
I visit your house
You demand I go away
You refuse to come out
So I return home
To wander again
Selflessly alone
Missing my friend
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoetryPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
