Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
Friday, November 12, 2010
seasons change
Spring
Your lips next to mine
Your stories made me laugh
I let myself cry
Let myself let go
Let you
Winter
With my poetry
With my words
My music
Myself
Again
You asked me why didn't I tell him. I didn't tell him because I didn't trust that he would hold my secrets precious...its a good thing I didn't. I always knew in the back of my mind I was not sacred or cherished. vb
You asked me why didn't I tell him. I didn't tell him because I didn't trust that he would hold my secrets precious...its a good thing I didn't. I always knew in the back of my mind I was not sacred or cherished. vb
ReplyDeleteand you are sacred. you are cherished. j
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