Conjugal life Stories

We live together, so close to each other So deep the loving; in between Yet, how close we really can keep together? Walking alike, yet; the path is unknown. Think alike, yet; don’t think us as one. Being prisoned by walls, don’t make us shout out of hatred- Dealing with bodies ignoring the soul. Boundaries of bindings being torn into pieces; Yet a bed is the destiny at every night. Darkness fills the room every morning. D...