You are the memory I wanted to bury
But the memory that kept me alive
You are the love that brought pain
But the love like a colors of a paint
You are the memory that made me cry
But the memory that also made me smile
You are the voice that made me mute
But the fuel of my poetry
You are the cruel reality
But the Oasis of my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Unconditionally
Poetry25 Poetries Each contradicting the first but it takes recognition to gain acceptance