Genre: Hurt He knew he had the upper hand, because I was in love, and he was a man. Being the weakest link, no self worth, every time he would lie and cheat. Not feeling like my life was complete. My wounds was opened and inflamed, soaking up pain and sorrow, wishing that there was… Continue reading My first Love, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson
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FREEBIRD, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson
Genre: Love Extrodinaire you take extra love and care, your pretty white teeth makes my heart complete. When we come together, your rough & tough like leather…..Rat da tat tat, is the sound of your gun, but you still know how to have fun. All that bravery, courageous & strong….. is it an act, because… Continue reading FREEBIRD, Poetry by Lisa Atkinson
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