Conor Young

Rookie (02/06/93 / London)

Bed - Poem by Conor Young

Two people
Different lives;
Two hearts
One knife;
Two lovers
Asleep in bed;
No thoughts
In their heads.

He’s quickly awake
To see his lover's heart ache;
To her ear
He softly spoke;
If god could make
The perfect girl for me:
It would be you.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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