you sleep next to me every night,
yet you've never heard me weep..
you lie with me in the warmth of my bed,
yet you've never felt the heat..
of that silent, smouldering anger,
I nurse to numbness each eve...
we, partners of flesh,
have never partnered souls;
and I, have often lusted,
trecherously desired more.
O sworn accomplice!
in all, but what is real,
O my bethrothed!
in life and hereafter..
I lie staring at your back,
each night, after you've slumbered;
and my frustrations sting my soul,
the tears flow, unencumbered.
Will you ever awaken to my presence?
I often silently wonder,
or will this be my penance
for trusting love,
to a stranger.....

wardha jawdat

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