nothing but blaming one’s self,
nothing but the art of not letting go,
nothing but seeds from the past.
That care not,
and will not let you go.
Until all Fears,
Blames and Shames
that does love you the most.
Do you want to,
Do you need to,
Do you feed her,
Would you love as the same as before?
© oliver a. melendez.
© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude
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