poetry about love – Diana Rivera

That kind of love

I want love to Come directly for me Say it will never leave me And be honest when it speaks

When the cloud breaks, where do you go? When the darkness breaks and the tears have been shed You will

Little pots of paint make me happy. It inspires me to create beautiful things. I got a new art journal.

Love went flying From all the tired horses and migrant workers Love It went flying From the blistering