Moving through life, lying in bed alone, covered with memories and emotion.
Our hearts beating with warmth.
Backbite, gossip and dirty slander being told.
From our haters no love, loyalty or devotion.
The lonely night brings death to our bed.
Covered with silk and roses.
Bad anecdotes and lost memories are told.
Tears from our haters will be shed.

M.P.Yasmine

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