by Zuri McWhorter
I weep for you
Like a willow sways in the breeze
I can’t control you
I should have never tried.
Tears roll down my face
Like hilly pastures, pollinate.
Color me in pain,
I should have never cried.
I will make time stop
if you call me to you
Pack my bags and walk straight to you
Include me in your prayer
Strip me of my layers
I don’t want to need you anymore.
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