My story –
made in your words,
inked with your quill.

Your story –
sung by a thousand choruses,
tuned with your pride.

Our story –
stitched with your fabric,
styled in your judgement.

And I keep searching for myself –
in you,
not knowing I’ve lost myself in you.


PHOTO CREDIT : COTTONBRO
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