Through the steep paths
and smooth plains
you will always be there for me
and even though I have sinned many
you never fail to pick me up
I could cry thinking about the times you have saved me
The times I thought I would never even be alive
the times I thought pain
would consume me
and even though life will never be those straight, smooth plains
you never fail to pick me up,
to stitch me back together
and fix those jagged up pieces
back together
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SHITTY LOVE SONNETS / flashpoetry
PoetryIt was only in the chaos, I was able to cultivate my wings and alas, take flight. ------------------------ flash, emotive poetry - words of mine, to all the boys I've loved before, but also to myself. started : summer 2019
