Because Your Love Was Bittersweet

Wed, 11/08/2017 - 19:14 -- Grace.o

Was it love when i felt his hands around my neck more than around my waist?When his touch bruised but in those anamalistic markings I felt passion?Colors defamatoryThe rainbow was bright but it wasn't beautiful.My eyes couldnt handle the light I sawHis love was RedBleeding into these pagesOut of meHe showed me his love daily By the hour By the minute  Until the minute I left

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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