No longer his
He's no longer mine
I belong to no one once more
Am I made nothing?
I belong to me,mine
Does that make me something?
Living longs for life
A priceless thing cannot be bid on
A rotten heart must make it cheap
Life filled with heartbreak longs for death
And freedom longs for ownership.
YOU ARE READING
The diary I never kept
PoetryOngoing thoughts this book is a collection of my emotions and an autobiography of my life from the most memorable years of my life. Signed Pricilla rose amatory
