A love I gifted myself
Love, I thought would come to me in a shining armor and pull me out of the dark I had been isolated in. He’d be brave and strong, my mind had such thoughts upon love. Would he chug gallons of beer with me, I used to think and laugh. I used to question if he’d…
Poetry’s muse
Here I put forward a poetry that found its rhyme after letting go some stanzas of it.The sun and its sol remained so close although the moon left leaving no chores. Staring at lacuna imagining butterflies in a sunflower field, there’s nothing left but just emptiness of truth. Bruises in heart and stains of pain…
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