Love torn apart






I wanted your love to be my shelter,
a comfort zone, a mine for golden joy
to give strength as I’m struggling every
month to keep my head above the water
having hard times. You never understood,
but always nagged about your “needs”, put
a burden of demands on me what you called
“to be romantic”. Now split up we suffer apart.


rose, whiterose, white

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