The Loving Side of Me

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Photo By: Madame C

The Loving Side of Me nurtures to a fault..

My heart knows no boundaries, she gives till all that is left is tumult…

A beating vessel of purple and red…

My brain judges every word that is said…

Passion and tenderness… renders me useless…

Sight, touch, sound, and taste…

In a world full of antipathy, these abilities can be a waste…

The Loving Side of Me is never free…

She can never be who she wants to be… Madamchryzl

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