Daunted by your sting Served without celebration Deeply embedded in discipline I more importantly think of you as darkness You haunt me You taunt me Hurt by your exposure Accompanied with loneliness Woven throughout with hints of pain Instead of defeat Instead of heartbreak I settled my heart I strengthened my will Then I sat [...]
— I'm used to people leaving
—I hoped to see greatness in you.
-the changes only seasonal.
The 3 things...
Refocusing my aperture with hopes to capture the opportunity. Filtering through raw images to a place of finished products. 5 by 7 so it's proportional to the depths of the hues, amongst the scenery. Black and White won't denounce the depth of your womanhood. Canvassing you is merely the most suitable way to admire you. [...]
So yes I’m hard pressed to love you—