Soft

Soft is that the word?

The one to describe that bed?

It stabbed me like a sword

To my death I was led

Those with love I envy

Or at least before

When my heart was heavy

When love hid deep within my core

Now I stray from passion

It’s difficult to trust

Yet somehow you won

This feeling is more than lust

Where he burned and festered

You cool and rebuild me

He threw me against the bed

You lay me gently

Perhaps soft is the correct term now

Since he’s no longer here

But soft still does not allow

For a definition that’s clear

This poem is about: 
Me

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