Oct 2017
Down by the river,
my love isn't pure.
It's foul and mean
aggressive and unclean
It hurts.
It burns.
As deep as the dark waters
of the black river.
l.t.
my love isn't pure.
It's foul and mean
aggressive and unclean
It hurts.
It burns.
As deep as the dark waters
of the black river.
l.t.
A poem about loving someone while having depression
