Morning Wakes

Another morning wakes, Fingers stretching out. To touch upon the empty ache, Of a bed that lies without.   My heart you used to own, Secure and without waver. Like a bookstore shelves’ dusty tome, Bound timeless and forever.   Such joy we once had, Such love and desire. Where did it all go bad,... Continue Reading →

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