Making Love Turns To Creating Hate Poem by Deona Skidmore
Making Love Turns To Creating Hate
I'm sleeping with a lover,
in a bed he considers home,
My life is in another's arms,
he silently waits till I'm alone.
He knows the truth,
and that I couldn't bear it.
He knows he's got my love,
as for my body, he's willing to share it,
He knows even the nights I spend away,
My heart will always stay
It comforts him by night,
in it he relishes by day.
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