She wasn't ready to love
She was still afraid,still in the dark
True love is all i have
That's what he said, she was still as bitter as a tree bark
But his lit love she did not want to starve
She tried but all the love she had was cold and black
She was ashamed..she would never be able to look above
All she said was..fuck
She was still as innocent as a dove
She couldn't break his heart..she was stuck
Everything was so heated..like a stove
She was stuck between freedom and being wack
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Miss Independent's diary (Her unreserved feelings)
PoetryNothing much,just my diary written in poetic language....Leave a vote if you like a poem or relate to it lol
