Oh my dear.
Are you serious now?
Weak, is the opposite of what you are.
You are strong.
A legend.
Loved.
Treasured.
For God's sake, don't object.
'Cause we both know
We know it's true.
Baby, you know.
You know!
Deep, deep inside you.
Come have a walk in the past with me.
You see how much you can endure?
What kind of hell you've been through?
Honey wake up.
You deserve it there.
Cloud nine was not a mistake.
No-need to even feel regret.
It was just not your type.
Not your way of living a life.
You always struggled to survive.
You left your path for a while.
That's why it , again, striked.
You get it now love?
You are not bad.
Or weird.
Definitely a rose.
Between the weed.
Even if the thunder roared louder.
Made all your petals clatter.
I know you will survive.
I know you hit harder.
That's life.
Haven't you heard?
Haven't you learned?
It tries to challenge.
Slap.
And leave a welt.
So when it's gone.
It tries again.
To harm.
But by then.
You have, learned.
You know how to fight.
So you can be insane as much as you like.
And my love,
Remember it's not a mistake.
It's not wrong.
It's just life.
only life.
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My Salty Rivers And The Moon (wattys2018)
PoetryThe princess has no-one to talk to No-one to listen to her To comfort her To make her pain go away To love her . . Till she found the moon her secret lover She waits every night To spill her innermost thoughts To put her mind...
