It's hard for me
to let you go
but I cannot whine
for I know that you want it,
need it.
To be happy
is all
I ask of you
for if you are
to be not,
I might insist
to stay with you
and swear,
I will,
so I can do
the pleasure.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
