Love Poetry

The Poetry of Power

the power of poetry

There comes a point when you need to stop giving away your power.

Harping on dusted memories

Pining for love lost

Wishing for one last touch

It’s in these thoughts that we lose our power

It seeps out until every pocket of our being is dry

And we are left, skeletal and weak

Without our power we are empty

Void of vitality

Close the drip

Allow yourself to be filled completely by your own love

Only then can it overflow and be free to be given to someone else

Until then

Lock that shit down.

– T.B

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