Your love
Your love; gentle and kind how can I not boast?
As if I were the woman who touched the cloak
I dare them to judge I'd be touched
For they acknowledge our love, my love-
Sweet yet sour I'll forever bite.
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POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
