Her Melanin, Her Skin

To Her, 

I hope this book finds you. 

chapter 3: miracle

She told me not to tell you,

I told her that I will.

She tore my heart to pieces, 

It’s a miracle standing still.

She was mine and I was hers,

No boundaries between us.

We laughed, we talked, we smiled.

I remember it as it was.

A wave came crashing down,

It destroyed everything.

She told me not to tell you

The lonely nights that I sing.

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