Power Of The Pen

Random Poetry.


6. Poem 6

I fell upon my silver bed,

I found a pillow to rest my head,

Your words fly over me,

Like fish in the sea,

Your words are bland,

Like waves hitting land,

But one thing I know,

Even if you stay or go,

I will never drown in my sorrow.

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