I smiled because you replied
I frowned because I smiled
Is that how it has been,
Never allowing myself the love my heart was keen?
Could It really be,
Is it now that I see?
What a nauseating thought
What a hysterical notion
To almost fall back
Back onto the bed we laid
The bed of nails you picked for the two of us
The bed of nails that I made every morning
How sad it is
That I slip over your silk robe
Your silk robe of divine falsity
Indeed it had to be done
To pack my bags
To salvage what he left , himself the savage
To rescue whatever is left of me
A_d
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Rookie poetry
شِعرWhen thoughts meet pen and paper And words can describe emotion... ^ Just a rookie sharing her poetry . This is a young collection of my poems , random and all . ^ #474 in Poetry 😄😄😄😄
