Poetry Sunday
Arms wrapped tight around myself
I pull the blanket firm around
And tell myself it is enough
While listening to the settling sounds
Of a house I made my very own
With my two hands and mine alone
I pull the blankets tighter now
I’ve given love left unreturned
Haunted by all I have lost
Lessons taught I never learned
But o…
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