My Love Is A Maze

I like your


But don’t

Wait on me,

It’s dark in my

Facility at the

Moment like

Deep space,

Intrinsically floating

In fast pace,

Sometimes following

My love can be a

Laborious maze

Parted by thorns

From roses sharpened

By razor blades,

You deserve better,

You deserve sunny

Days as a merit instead

Of propping your heart

As an umbrella in

The rain hoping

To see the clouds

Disperse again

– Nick F. Hawkins

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