my love, my love is this love you beat me black and blue you cliped my wings so icant fly my love, my love is this love i crouch in my dark room waiting to see some light my love, my love i express my love, by giving my heart to you my love, my love you express your love by using your fists my love, my love is this what they call love Ember isaq |
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
My Love
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