Poems from lex.08

The past and present of my love.
   Because I love you, I ask how you're doing    Because I love you, I ask for a screenshot of your Uber driver    Because I love you,  I...
The shared dream and cursed tale.
She had so much hope. To be loved and receive so much, Only to end up here in a cave. Where not even the damned souls, cared to stay And it...