This is what our love
looks like at times lamentably.
Laying under the same blanket
yet still so far apart.
Silence deafening the room
as we both commit to pride.
Instead of making the first move
towards reconciliation.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
This is what our love
looks like at times lamentably.
Laying under the same blanket
yet still so far apart.
Silence deafening the room
as we both commit to pride.
Instead of making the first move
towards reconciliation.