Frustrations
I have loved you at your darkest
when you're hiding in the shadows
so how could you say that I didn't
when in fact it's you that have never
I have emptied myself just to fill you;
colored you in ways you could not
so how could you say that I never do
when 'twas just me right from the start?
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
