Love by Talile Ali
It always get's me into trouble
it always fills me with awe
being most remarkable
cherished
roses in the fall
i am so young to the truth of it still
i want to embrace and drink
but my pride really reeks
to stubborn to humbly crawl
blacked fruit of a summer swollen sun
withered branches aching in
fear being recognized and cast aside
withdrawing...
the fool is in
love
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poem by Talile Ali
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