"Poetry is not only a dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before."- Audre Lorde
Friday, June 28, 2019
Too Little, Too Late
The moment I fell in love with you
You were holding me tight in your embrace.
The moment I decided to leave you
There was nothing you could do to make me stay.
Perhaps that’s why you clung to me
You were trying to recreate that day.
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