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Ending the stigma through poetry
I love people unconditionally. Therefore, I let them go. I know it is wrong of me to hold on to others who are not meant to continue in my life. So I love, support and cheer for them from afar. You see, true love… Continue Reading “True Love”
When his life was bleak and grey, she came waltzing in like a roaring 1920’s dance. She brought vibrant colors to his world that brought him back to life.
The melancholy poet is not weak. You just choose to see her sad face instead of her battle scars.
How am I supposed to be the voice of reason for others when I am still asking questions myself?
I do not need drugs to get high I do not need alcohol to get drunk My mind already does that on its’ own
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The facade is a mask we bestow as the curtain rises. The play is our life and we choose the role that is most appealing to the crowd. No matter the applause, we all take the mask off at…
I am the woman your mother warned you about Do not fall in love with a woman like me I am like the rose in the garden you pick For its’ beauty I am not the rose petals my dear I am the thorns… Continue Reading “Thorns”
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