when time was torture,
shame missing me moments.
when dawn was my sunset,
where solitary confinement was
my freedom. the world wasn't
friendly, to me.
When I was sick and the only healer,
could be a smell of a rose, but they
never grew closer to my house.
when seasons never changed my
wardrobe, i had to wrap up, there
was nothing better inside to see.
I grew hard, thinking that love was
colors, until i met you, now summer
can be shorts...
©asande.k
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