Category : Poems

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Lying in bed, I feel, 
 Like I am in my own grave.
  I let the light be discovered by those,
  Who have always been blind, 
  In their ways throughout love. 

I am lying on a bed,
 With my thoughts on the shelf.
  The coldness of some people made me,
    Forget my worth.

I am lying on a bed, 
 That knows every bone.
 Here I cried, here I laughed, 
 Here I met the real face of my first love.