Wait
and listen to
the pittering of nails.
Wait
and listen to
the scratching of sheets.
Wait
and listen to
the lapping of water.
Wait
and listen to
her softly weep.
Stop
and feel
her warm hair.
Stop
and feel
her kisses.
Stop
and feel
her restless paws.
Stop
and feel
her innocent breath,
as you sleep.
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
