Ending the stigma through poetry
It began with A look A smile A laugh A kiss Slowly but surely I knew We were falling in love
We were like oil and water We simply did not mix Always bringing out the worst in each other
My mind is a battlefield Constantly raging on At times I fear I am losing But I remind myself That I must fight on I will not raise my white flag I will never accept defeat This black thing inside of me Will never… Continue Reading “Battlefield”
We may have not worked out in this lifetime, but I know we will in the next one. For me, that is enough.