A Slice Of Pain
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Loading ...A slice of pain three quaters of the way up my arm
Is nothing compared to the hunger and pining I feel for you
My lips desire your kiss
My heart bleeds for your love
And my cold hands reach for your passion
Hiding under a mask of happiness
Hoping no-one will notice
I cry blood
If walls could see
They’d spy me withering away
Crying myself to sleep
If only you could be here
Instead me fantasising
Maybe i’d be asleep
Before the early sun starts rising.
There’s a slice of my pain
By Geneva Beckford
Filed under: Sad Poems and Poetry
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that is deep
omg i love it
its so deep and
there no wrds to explain it