The door is locked, the curtains are closed.
I feel your hands, got my body exposed.
Like a rose with thorns, withered and dead.
Still remembering the words unsaid.
This victim in pain, not necessarily unsatisfied.
Watching carefully, with desire to divide
Like a flower, this desire has proliferated
Grown and wanted more than it contained
My body and soul are disagreeing.
One kept looking, the other stopped seeing.
The wounds on my body are finally healing.
But inner pain will make my heart keep beating.
Concerned about the life you have in your hand?
It takes more than me, to expand the demand
Line Kjergaard
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thats a wonderfull poem!
it’s amazing.
write more because that’s awesome
This right here describes my life. Great poems. Keep posting hun
Beautifull poem, keep them coming
it was BEAUTIFUL
I LOVED IT GREAT JOB
KEEP ON THE GOOD WORK
true art!!!!love it
You are mean!
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