Hello weekenders, 

Here is a poem I hope you all enjoy. 

History

 

We were the history that everyone read

She ended our love like true blood is red

At times I test her love for me and her

She leaves blank: a writers blinking cursor 

I lay awake, I cannot sleep this night

I toss and turn tis is and every night

My time she request ”tis is every time 

Resist; I scream I break most every time 

I can’t release this potion flow in my veins

I fear every word I write ”tis is her lovely name. 

I cannot see the words I write

I see her name; what’s right is right.

Micah H. 

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