
Where does the warm water run,
When I can feel the chill of your edge.
The ups and downs
Of where you take me
Is bordering on
Insanity.
I feel the room,
And you are here
Beating a drum in my head.
Over again,
So loud
We both want to scream.
What is it going to take
To suck
This foul
Darkness
From your tongue,
And rid the air
Of the chill you breath.
In moments of despair
Come and sit with me
Let my touch
Drown your sorrows.
Notice
The little things
Pumping life
Through your veins,
And then maybe
You’ll take a breath
And we can talk.
Oh, a different kind of poem from your stable! Nice. 🙂
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Thank you, Mia ☺️!
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Truthful and beautifully done! ❤
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Thank you so very much ❤️.
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My pleasure! 🙂
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