Oh, How Ironic. Poem by Erica J Norman
Oh, How Ironic.
Numbed by rejection,
Lost in self protection,
Never to trust again,
Secluded in my broken mind,
I see your face,
But it's blurred,
And your words slurred,
'We can make things right.'
I put up a fight,
but my body is drawn to you,
Mentally, spiritally, oh, it's so heavenly,
I fade softly into your arms.
Waking with a start,
I relise we're apart.
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