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
You’re quite the poet, well done.
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Am I?
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Absolutely
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🙂
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A wonderfully captured moment.
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Such a pensive poem!
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Thank you!
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Pleasure!
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Nice as sauce..
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😀 Thanks!
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🙂
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This was a great poem! 🙂
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Thank you!
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