"She Loves"
then,
she began to breathe,
and lived,
and every moment took her
to a place
where goodbyes were hard
to come by.
she was in love,
but not in love with
someone or something;
she was in love with her
life.
and for the first time,
in a long time,
everything
was inspiring.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.
