Cursed

He has no self-worth
He’s not the best, nor the worst
But pain he will bring forth
And his love is cursed

Truth rarely circles Earth
But it is what I thirst
I ache for a rebirth
Or for a hand to nurse

© Delia Ross. 2019

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