He thought he broke me,
But I still stand,
Because my old wounds,
Have sealed.
The new ones he has created,
Slowly regain my light,
Before I can face him again,
And when I do,
His eyes do not look fierce,
But kind,
And forgiving,
And the way I love,
And in that moment,
I can not stop myself,
From giving in,
To this real myth,
They call love,
And if I'm not mistaken,
He held on,
As if it would be the last time,
He ever saw me.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
