All I could hear
was the sound
of my own
breathing.
All I could see
was the
ceiling
right above me.
All I could touch
was the sheets
that we're
beneath me.
All I could feel
was the pain
that was slowly
going away
... slowly going away until all I saw was darkness.
S. J.
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Poems
Poetry"love is a game of tic-tac-toe constantly waiting for the next x and o" This book consists of poems about life, love & pain. We all experience different things in our lives. We all met different people that changed our lives. We are all different. B...
