How much ever I wanted to control you, you slipped right through my fingers feeling everything as a confounded lie. Why didn’t you tell me before you weren’t supposed to be controlled rather supposed to be accepted & lived. Turn around time if you can. I want to do good to some people again.
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Regretful Tuesday ||National Poetry Month
He said he breathes love
I said I devour humans
One swift voracious wanton swallow
And my mind was devoured by his thoughts of love
Ever since that day
I started breathing poetry.
Those eerie affects of Change
I was in fear…
Always feared change.
Until I became someone I was meant to be.