Time has a night and day
In between, I have given all that I can
Especially offered my heart
Which has been eaten as though it was an apple
Masticated, swallowed and digested
Never let that heart fall into the hands
Of someone hungry for theft
But without care for that which they hoard
Love being taken for granted
Left out in the cold
Is the coldest darkest night
This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in January 2021 (C)
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