I toss and turn at night without your whispered good night you once carved over my lips,
You expect me to settle for your measured glimpse,
How will I ever do that when you once showered me with your undivided attention...
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Amateur poems
Poetry'I walk alone with bruises and scars, some over my body and some inside of me' TRIGGER ALERT!! Do not read if you get easily disturbed with topics like racism, rape, depression, sucide and death.. *Winner of Equestrian awards!! *2nd place in the BLO...
