My bed is cold.
My heart is hungry.
My eyes are wet.
My mind is spinning.
My longing to be love has made me so tired.
So so tired.
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My bleeding heart
ПоэзияI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
Tired of wanting
My bed is cold.
My heart is hungry.
My eyes are wet.
My mind is spinning.
My longing to be love has made me so tired.
So so tired.
