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  • Writer's pictureKristina Lang

Bruises on my soul

My love is real and takes the shape of a tall man

I imagine he would stay near me when life is tough.

Still days do not bring me the comfort I long to obtain,

My life crawls through roads that are curvy and rough.

My love is an imaginary play on the stage of life

And even if I had the choice, I would walk this way.

Some feelings do not make sense and could be cut out with a knife,

But I choose to wright for him while I live out each day.

My love is not a fairy tale and will never be.

I still live my life through poems with an uncertain goal,

Chasing him is not easy and there is little light I can see,

But I keep loving a dream, despite bruises on my soul.


Friday July 17th, 2020

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