you contain all my stories,
and those yet to be written.
you're the ink and the quill.
I am but the paper where
your story can be told.
I cannot critique.
I cannot argue.
what happens has been pre-determined
by you.
through volley of weakness,
debilitating sadness,
rage of a burning furnace,
you have given me joy,
had me feel love,
the ecstasy of intimacy.
I bare your curse,
And I am thankful.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From My Soul
Poetry(ALL ORIGINAL WORK) Some miscellaneous poetry I have written in the past, and some which I will post in the future. WARNING: TW for depression, mental health, suicidal thoughts
