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My love is like a seed
In the middle of spring
Sprouting with the weeds
Like befriending an enemy.

As the flower gets bigger,
And the summer gets warmer
My skin is burnt
And my heart has toiled

As the flower weakens,
In autumn it bends
Its leaves slowly fall,
Its color slowly fades

The flower wilted and froze
In the winter, ice as its foe
As the heat turned to snow,
In the end, I was buried below.
 May 2020 Mitzi Ambrad
Styles
Broken hearts
never love the same
once broken
they often mend
but never the same
 May 2020 Mitzi Ambrad
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 May 2020 Mitzi Ambrad
Hamies
i wish i was special
but all i really am
is a disaster
bruising along the coast
of your incomplete love
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