I’m on a blogging roll this week! Here’s a random poem:
While In Bed
He whispers I love you,
I listen to the softness
If I thought he meant it,
I’d listen to the words.
He’s sweet and loving,
Just before and during
He won’t stay this way for long
Just like before, he’ll leave quickly.
He wants to be with me,
On his terms, not mine
So I make it easy for him
By sticking to his terms.
He’s slowly pulling away,
I feel it first then open my eyes
In a few minutes, he’ll be gone
I always feel it first.
He would never stay here,
Not with me, not like this
So I let him go as he pleases,
Always not with me
Until the next time
We’re like this.
Status: Still breathing :-).
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