There is love,
this other side of me
a maniac
a menance
she with no common sense
but hey, I’m feeling beter, let’s say I do
got meds, you know the ‘wonderdrugs’
like floating poison in my blood
but right beneath the skin
the darker me is whispering
and I can’t seem to kill her of
she is next of kin
Love, our moments,
even the silent ones bring me peace
healing of sorrow, it’s time to set the dove free
…🖤..
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