Haunted

Marilyn Rose
Jun 6 · 1 min read

Whispered sweet things in my ear

Told me everything I wanted to hear

Promises that seemed so clear


Now there are none,

no words trickling off your tongue

every silence hurts, I’m stung.

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Marilyn Rose

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The hands are an extension of the heart. Expect poetry, musings and mistakes. Living in Bristol, UK.

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