I love her but does she love me?
Oh I hoped she’d always be mine
That’s plain to see
But alas the truth is tragedy
I don’t want to hurt anymore
Tired of love hurting me
And I don’t want to her her
The lady my heart does adore
Won’t be what sets me free
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The ramblings of a non-binary Latino.
A jubilant start is inevitable following a quiet end.
Writer, musician and author.
A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet
