I thought I was in love many times
Only to find love was not there
Only a figment of my imagination of what I desired
Giving of myself without reciprocation
A love in need of emancipation
For they did not understand my destination
I closed the doors to my service
Allowing smiling faces to walk on by
No longer having time for window shoppers, bar hoppers, and late nights
When I least expected you caught my mind
You found the key I tried to hide
You gave me love I thought was blind
You showed me that I could be...
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-MK Colbert
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MK Colbert
MK a.k.a Maritta Kachele is a Jamaican American singer-songwriter, poet, film producer, and mental health/prison reform advocate. She loves to create new realms of exploration and enjoys writing diverse pieces.
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