The covers of your bed cannot always be warm.
The sleepless nights you will go and never know if you will ever fall asleep.
There was no softness in this shirt.
It is rough like my skin.
My heart is soft and I sob to the loneliness of my bedroom.
The sun cannot always cheer up the moon.
The sun can still show in the sky but cannot drive the cold away.
I will await a summers day.
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Poems.
PoesiaThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
