Its not about the noise that follows
from me or the door
When you slam shut the end
on my fingers …
Its all about fending the cocoon
From the invasion of my
love and the way
It haunts you and lingers
So, when it hurts
I work it out with a soothing paste
of a day or two we once shared
and I put a love woven gauze
lightly pressing where you dared..
and finally surrender to a lonely bed
with love I never once spared
TarekOfCairo
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