As though I shouldn't.
Yet I do.
As though it's wrong.
Yet I yearn.
I want to leave.
Start fresh, start new.
But she beckons me back.
And tells me she loves me.
I write as she sleeps.
As if it's wrong to feel.
But I am not wrong.
And that is exactly why
I Feel.
- Author: John Gover ( Offline)
- Published: June 17th, 2017 03:33
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 49
- Users favorite of this poem: little lay lay, alisha
Comments2
"I write as she sleeps as if it's wrong to feel" I melted into many feelings it felt so relatable as if everyone's "asleep" when I am writing.
Very good I loved it especially "I write as she sleeps" well done ☺️
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