I could not put a cage on.
the way your lips curled,
i thought you were the sea.
the thorns on your love
reminded me that
roses can hurt too.
what you birthed from our love,
was not nurtured
like a mother would care
for her child.
you provided me with shade,
i provided you with flowers.
the water never stops flowing,
like love.
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