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black love, love, poem, poet, poetry, soul, spirit, spoken word
“Really we had the perfect end… That night we stayed at the comfort inn we…” -jhene Aiko
she said it best
why would you call it love, if you knew it wasnt
why give me your heart
if it was never returned by another
i crowned you queen of my everything, once utopia burned down
and we started a new
but somewhere on the journey the roses turn blue
lack of love maybe
stir crazy because i feel like i am losing you
so why call it what it could not be
because when you love someone theres no comfort inn ending
Jay G