I pulled my hand out of your grip
moved to the edge of the bed
turned away from you
hid under a shell of stone
You’ve done everything you could
Now I can only beg for another night
© W. Donovan
Make your life a poem.
I pulled my hand out of your grip
moved to the edge of the bed
turned away from you
hid under a shell of stone
You’ve done everything you could
Now I can only beg for another night
© W. Donovan