My Own Poem by Amanda Miller
My Own
Unity is separate,
War is peace.
Beauty is a mask,
A life on lease.
Hope is lost.
Our love is gone.
My life was one day.
Now, it’s a new dawn.
The feign smiles.
Are now faded away.
Crying tears at night.
No peace where I lay.
Hurt is more.
Than a pain and ache.
My love is saved.
Not for you, but for my own sake.
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love as a soft feather pats us ever.