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.