Teach me how to love me
But first let me tell you the shape of love
I think it's like a straight line
Just you and I but this time
there is no "I"
What about its color
I think its black
Reminding me of my gory story of young girls who carried black pot to the hill and never returned.
Love does fight ,yet sometimes it is conquered.
I do not want to learn.
©celestine
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