I once was a useless table.
Never had any use, people tried of using me.
Leaving me destroyed,until she come.
Taking me out of the dark room.
Began to assemble me back together with only a hammer and nails.
Hammering her love into to me.
Placing nails of trust and gratitude into my soul.
Nomatter how bad I start disassemble,
She will always put me back together.
Because I will always be perfection in her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
For Her
Short StoryWhispers to her soul, in verse and also poetic letters to her heart ,not powerful but heart touching
