The Alter Point
your mind is the threshold I am supposed to rest
your embrace is the safeguard I am supposed to get
but your words are the swords that cut through my flesh
leaving wounds and scars to my heart and soul
leaving me breathless and almost lifeless down the dusty road
and now I choose me over you
I choose my life over your love
because if love is like yours,
if love feels like yours,
I won't have it
Copyright © Virgin Ann Quindo | Year Posted 2022
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