cold mornings brought on by
the absence of you in my
bed.
sheets lay unwrinkled because
there is no one to help me
tangle them.
the only thing that remains unchanged
is the noise; except that the sound of
my moans have been replaced by the
sounds of my struggle
l.r.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
cold mornings brought on by
the absence of you in my
bed.
sheets lay unwrinkled because
there is no one to help me
tangle them.
the only thing that remains unchanged
is the noise; except that the sound of
my moans have been replaced by the
sounds of my struggle
l.r.
