She bounded my old fashioned heart,
wounded, tied up in rope.
Even in the darkness below,
and the voices that screamed ahead,
she was the narrow aisles between the flight of stairs.
How so bright, how so beautiful,
where once stood a storm,
stood calm.
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Poems for the soul
Poetryi've written poetry for awhile and i always wanted to share it, so here it is. [Poems inspired by the ones who hurt me, the ones who i've loved, the friend who broke me, and the ones stood beside me through whatever.] thank you to the ones i've love...
