ode to my lover

BejewelledBud
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read

You can not hate a man for not viewing you through the rose tinted glasses some call love.

You must not blame him when he decides the honey he tasted at the fountain of your lips was not enough.

You must simply gather your breasts and your garments and plant your love where it is needed.

It is not your fault that he is blind and the creator made you to be light.

It is not your fault that you are crafted in a dialect too intricate for his tongue to wrap around.

BejewelledBud

becoming light, one poem at a time.

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