She expected more from her downfall. Which is crazy because down there you can't see anything at all.
He came and showed her the sunlight.
He made her believe she could put up a fight .
He was her yes - man.
Her you can do more -man.
Her lover.
Her motivator.
They were creators.
And together they would make sparks fly. But little did she know...
His plan was to use her and leave her to die.
Drain every piece of humanity out of
her.
Life with him became her reality.
But now how was she supposed to cope...
All he left her with was hope.
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My Black Girl Magic
PoetryA mixture of poetry, rants (coming soon!). And just my every day thoughts. I would love feedback on my writing ! (Not just the poetry!) -- Thank you for taking time to read my work. One Love.
