When you wake up
You should know
The whole night
I held your hand
The whole night
I counted your breaths
The whole night
I watched over you
And tomorrow
I’ll do it again
No I’m not
A psychopath
Or maybe I am
When You Wake Up
When you wake up
You should know
The whole night
I held your hand
The whole night
I counted your breaths
The whole night
I watched over you
And tomorrow
I’ll do it again
No I’m not
A psychopath
Or maybe I am
Frank Solanki 
Before I got to the psychopath part, I was imagining a hospital, where someone’s loved one was really sick and he/she was holding on to their loved ones every breath…….
Now I am doubtful.
You have a real talent of making your poems go sideways in seconds 😉 Like that poem Little Girls & Little Boys. That was super creepy!
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Thank you so much, Aish… it feels great to hear you say that.
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This is oddly creepy and sweet at the same time.
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