Love is like if a soothing rainstormwas a person and I am like the desert,desperate for a single drop of moisture.I have been surviving solely on day-dreams and fantasies, telling myselfwhat I so wretchedly wish to hear –such as, The poets of old wouldadore you, with your tenderdisposition and sensitivity tobeautiful things – but fabricatednutrientsContinue reading “A View of Love (original poem)”
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