my sorrows follow me into bed
they become like scorned lovers
begging me to stay but forcing me to leave
I'm left with tear-stained pillows
and tortured cries
and an ache that cannot be remedied
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
my sorrows follow me into bed
they become like scorned lovers
begging me to stay but forcing me to leave
I'm left with tear-stained pillows
and tortured cries
and an ache that cannot be remedied
Request permission to use this poem