Not to be tied, but to be shared.
November Rain Challenge (unofficial)
By Thavien YliasterPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
Image by mateya from Pixabay | https://pixabay.com/photos/rain-november-autumn-nature-696068/ | https://pixabay.com/users/mateya-885910/
Cuffing season has come at last.
Yet, my bed is still lonesome.
The cold air's a stark reminder.
"Lacking love means to lack warmth."
I'll wait, upon this wooden bench.
Knowing you'll come, sharing our lives.
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Comments (1)
Lacking love means to lack warmth. In what way? Loved your poem!