I struggle with love
Poems
Are not
My specialty
Is in the dark
Hidden places
Where I love to go
My muse lives there
It's not that
I don't feel
Love
Is here
Surging through
My veins
Throb with
Fiery passion
Barely concealed
Filling my soul with
Colors
Radiant and bright
My mind just has no words
So I struggle with love
Poems
Dark and confused
Are my forte
Because I love to go
Where my muse
Resides
In the shadows
Calling me
I visit but never
Ever stay
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
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