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Out of Bed
I twist and turn,
between sheets of my bed,
For your ears I yearn,
Before I awake I see red.
The sadness inside,
Can't move, shower, or eat,
From the demons inside,
I look to my feet.
The urge to end it here,
My life is what I dread,
you're so distant and near,
I can't get out of bed.
between sheets of my bed,
For your ears I yearn,
Before I awake I see red.
The sadness inside,
Can't move, shower, or eat,
From the demons inside,
I look to my feet.
The urge to end it here,
My life is what I dread,
you're so distant and near,
I can't get out of bed.
Published 22nd Dec 2014
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22nd Dec 2014 7:19pm
I love the fact you yearn for your lover's ears ...
So often we poets write about wanting our lover's touch upon waking ... But wanting to be heard first thing in a world that saturates us with it's calamities ... How refreshing ...
Cool piece.
So often we poets write about wanting our lover's touch upon waking ... But wanting to be heard first thing in a world that saturates us with it's calamities ... How refreshing ...
Cool piece.
23rd Dec 2014 5:36am
It is, and it's a good thing to be heard, but few are willing to listen it seems.
