Pure - Poem by Ladarius McDonald
Remember when our love was pure?
It was a high ecstatic blood.
We had our fun, but it wasn't everlasting.
We were so young and naive.
When You turned eighteen, you drifted away
and Leaving me to defend myself.
All the love and desire that's full of so much yearning.
When I was only just fifteen.
I wish that there was a love that's pure.
I noticed that a sudden storm is reaching and it's not me.
The back pocket empty handed and no money.
If only you could show that you're being pure like water.
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