My love to you

doesntmatter

As I’m sat here in my unmade bed I think to myself,


Was it something I did or something I said,


It’s hard to put thoughts into words,


Yet here I am writing about you, I can start to hear the birds,


But it’s worth it for it helps ease the pain,


Of living without you, an endless track with an endless train

  • Author: Barry Paul (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2018 21:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have such a beautiful yet damaged heart and I think this platform will be a fantastic output for my trapped thoughts. I hope you enjoy and get a glimpse into my emotions
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Frogspoetry

    You write from the truth of your heart.very nice.welcome to MPS.Happy to have your talents join us.
    You do matter.chin up and keep pushing forward.

    • doesntmatter

      Thankyou very much. Love the community on here and I will try x



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