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
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Author:
Barry Paul (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments1
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.
Thankyou very much. Love the community on here and I will try x
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