You don't hold swords or fight off bad guys. You don't where capes or masks. You don't have a secret identity the public is searching for. You can't knock anyone out with a single punch. Or disable a bomb, it's seconds ticking. But you are my heros. My savers. My friends. Your smiles make the darkness run and hide. Your laughter makes my captors die. And if I was in danger I'd know who to call. You'd fly in and save me, you've done that before. None of you have superhuman strength. But you caring has put me in a better place. So thank you, my heros. You know not what you've done, your happy has saved me from drowning in my fears. Thank you. Oh, thank you for being with me through out these years.
AN: Sorry. I've been busy. And will now become even more busy. I'm sorry. I won't be able to update anything, probably, for sometime. Except Dear Spring which I'm trying to write in everyday. So sorry again. Hope to be back on my writing feet again soon!
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoetryA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.
