He said this is what love is,
The emotional manipulations,
The abusive language,
The sexual gaze,
The evil intent.
I have grown to love that man,
The man who raised me,
And now I love other man,
Like the one who raised me.
YOU ARE READING
Wind is Lost
PoesiaMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.
