POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
I listened to his heart beat
I wrapped my legs between his feet
I watched him sleep and tucked him safely away in the warmth of my sheets
I played with his ears
Somehow that soothed my fears
About
Mourning
I scaled his face with my point finger
And I cried
Because
Mourning
Was well on its way
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This is nice and yet sad
I KNOW READINPLEASURES ):
You captured the sadness so very well…!
I thought so too, the pic did most of the work. Thank you for your comments (:
this is beautifully written. 🙂
Thank you sir, I realize I dont have to be lengthy to get my point across.