My Life Be Like, poetry

Ending

Painted upon her empty canvas  Used me to get her advances.  I was lost she made me feel found  She was distressed but I made her sound.  We were going through the motions  But I guess I’ll toss my love to the ocean:  Ancestors, ancestors hear my plea  Please send a woman who’ll love me.

My Life Be Like

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