Two people in love,
That's all we really were,
Two kids looking for acceptance into the world of hate and judgment .
People called us names and it hurt us.
They threw sticks and stones but never broke our bones.
They wanted us to suffer, so we fled,
It was a flight or fight reaction as we both knew what to do.
You reached out for help and I held your hand.
Together,
We fought our war by walking away listening to them yell.
I never knew we could be happy,
I'm glad I can call you my best friend.
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Not Perfect -Poetry-
PoetryStep by step we will meet again. Maybe not in the same form but with the same feelings. Simple Max Rainbow poems. Love, lust and lost in words. Surrounding your whole being until you can no longer live without these words.
