This is what they mean!
Those fools who gush endlessly
about love's beauty.They were beneath me,
drunk on the nectar of love,
vagrants on the bus.Now I am with them.
I shout about salvation
that love can offer,I was faithless, now
Shameless in my devotion -
Loyal disciple.
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Love, Depression, and the Overlap
PoetryPoetry inspired during the roughest couple of years.