We’re almost face to
face,
But you won’t look at me,
Make light with
jokes,
When this is so
Uncomfortable,
I tell you that
I love you,
I’m in love, still,
And you can’t
Return
the
feeling,
But won’t walk away,
Won’t see
me go;
And so belabor the pain.
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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