Penniless.

Penniless.

A Story by Kawthar J.

Please don't get in my way to deal in the currencies of love,
for I was the heartless spoken into loving.
I give love regardless and timelessly,
I have been conditioned by years of living in this sad world, to love.
To provide to the destitute and to get rid of the demons.
I will teach you how to remember,
while you teach me everything there is to cherish.
So please do not ask for my love,
my love is endless.
My love is destructive because my love dwells,
it does not pass and does not allow for other feelings to absorb the rest of the good in this world.
My love is the vine that creeps to the sun, the one that will bear infinite fruits but dry rivers.
So do not ask for my love, for I am the one who is in most need of love.

© 2016 Kawthar J.


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Added on August 5, 2016
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