I can hear the faucet dripping
At the edge of the tub I’m gripping
It’s cold and I’m numb
Got scars I don’t know where from
My chest is tight I’m weezing
I can hear the door creeking
His footsteps creeping
My heart is weeping
And my soul bleeding
do you write the poems?
Yeah ofcourse all these poems are mine
Wow. Then your work is truly amazing!
Thanks I appreciate that