Sighing at the question, "Blessing or curse?"
I laugh, blessing --
Of course.
But my heart cries.
And those tears dry.
Beauty, in a sad way.
Genuine with no sense of time.
She wonders, in the night,
Of a gentle patience
By her side.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
Sighing at the question, "Blessing or curse?"
I laugh, blessing --
Of course.
But my heart cries.
And those tears dry.
Beauty, in a sad way.
Genuine with no sense of time.
She wonders, in the night,
Of a gentle patience
By her side.
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