I get out of bed ,he holds my hand.
He says"Where are you going to ,its just 6 am.
I say"I've got to work before the day ends.
He pulled my hand and dragged me into bed.
And I felt loved
Believe me,it was enough just to make you go crazy.
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We lied close in the dark,so close,that I could feel each beat of his heart.
And he could feel mine as well,my hair caressed against his body,and when my ears got to close to his bossom,I heard the irregular heartbeat of the unease.
It was right then and there,I realised that all wasn't well.
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pain poetry
PoetryIts my life story documented in small words,its nothing but an endless siege of depression and sorrow.
