Before I tried to cheer myself up, my mind was filled with sad and depressing thoughts. This is what I wrote to express what was going through my mind at the time.
Why does fear show my love?
Why do your lips go cold?
A brush against your cheek
Show no wake
Dearest, why do you lie still?
I stopped there in the poem. I would have finished it but something stopped me.
Why does fear show my love?
Why do your lips go cold?
A brush against your cheek
Show no wake
Dearest, why do you lie still?
I stopped there in the poem. I would have finished it but something stopped me.
