IT WAS OUR CIRCLE
It’s what they think.
they think we are lucky
they don’t know our story
they think we are happy
but they can’t see our hearts face
no one seems able to tell
that our hearts bleeds
and that the bells
that they hear ring are to bury our shells
they think we are lucky
because we are so close to the fire and it keeps us warm
they tell us to use it well
but what they can’t see is that
the fire does not just warm our feet
it’s burns our souls and leaves us lit
to lead the next one to its Web
no one knows the depth of this pain
no one can tell just how long we have laid
everything aside and decided to just stay
because it is the price we have to pay
for the ones we love
no one will ever understand this
so in the comfort of each others brokenness we will confide
and continue to hide, the black bitterness that has made us its bride
not pride or ego has kept us
rather love and the people in it
who have left us
without warning us about this curse
have taught us
not to ever let you near the cactus.
Piece by Grace Sani | ©2017 Deliberate Scroll
THE DELIBERATE 
Wow… Dope piece.. Really nice
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