Saturday, 28 May 2016


My pillow is a cold thrill,
Gives not, not of your feel,
Lonely, emptiness I'd feel,
It's exactly what you'd fill,
Starving, my soulful meal,
Pain, your kiss would heal, 
It's my medication, my pill,
We'll be together, hold still, 
I believe Darling, soon we'll.

"We'll Be Together"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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