Lisa Wilson

What's Left In The Morning? - Poem by Lisa Wilson

Lively cheek
pressing into my pillow,
you tell me
it's all over.
Nothing to worry about now.
I shift like marshmallows
a thousand times over.
Yet, it only reminds you
of the couple we
can never be.
Dark, putrid and dank,
life means nothing
without you.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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