I tripped and fell,
In your awe and aura,
Thought time would tell,
And I'd be out this coma,
But I'm still here.
.
I tripped and fell,
For your eyes -for your soul,
Cool as ice yet hot as hell,
"Ah It's temporary, in weeks I'd recover from the toll ",
But I'm still here.
.
I tripped and fell,
It didn't hurt, no, it feels good,
And when you're sad or unwell,
In a dilemma or bad mood,
I'm still here.
YOU ARE READING
COLLECTION OF DUSTY OLD POEMS
PoetryJust a couple old poems I could salvage from over the years... could find 98% of them. Most are about the only person I loved, once called "my partner, my everything " Now known as "My Ex" Enjoy PS: Thanks to @Mominamable335 for the cover ❤