There Are Days When
There are days when
there is only me, savoring
my few hours of barren solitude.
There are days when red ink
from my loves letters play crystal
clear memories of our perpetual love
oh how it hurts.
There are days when my own voice
scares me. These teardrops become
eternal waterfalls that cascade down my ebony skin
There are days when if given the choice
I would end these memories, and fly
among the morning clouds that echo
of brilliant blue.
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#4- There are days when
8/21/2018
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