Punch, cry, and yell
The stories you can't tell
The ones of hate, lust, and love
So tightly that you held
...
Scream, throw, kick
As you perform your little skit
Releasing all of it
Until the night is lit
...
It collects your tears and sorrow
Then comforts you as you sleep
The the bitter sweet of morrow
That haunts you as you weep
...
That pillow and it's case
Have been with you through it all
It softly caresses your face
And cushions your sad fall
...
So please just rest my love
Let it's gentle cloth consume you
And tomorrow we will speak of
The dark that lies within you
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Human
PoetryThings I don't understand about the human race. I'm a little nervous as to posting poems about my personal experiences. So comment if you would want to read a poem about something that has happened to me and comment the topic you'd like to read abou...
