The desperate midnight clawings
Laid me wasted, blue and black
The constant sand-paper gnawings
Exposing me bare, unclad, off track
I wanted her, she wanted me
For a time, it all came blowing back
Under her shade, it couldn't be
All that I was, and all that I lack
This is a lovely poem Dean. I really love it. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching poem.... Rated 10++++ You may visit my HEARTACHES WILL NEVER LAST, EACH PASSING DAY, TAKE TIME TO THINK, and BECAUSE I LOVE HER..Thanks, Dean👍