This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
| Can it be that I don’t truly love you? Am I lost forever to your touch? Am I spent? Please tell me that you love me, even though it won’t matter, Together this is just a prison, shaded with passion. Instead of comforting me you scoff at my pain, Varying shapes of eternity lock me here. Even if you love me, It’s a love I don’t share. |