I'm about to give you the expensive ring,
when my past appeared;
a swift vivid punch in my memory
of every madness and pain I had.
No doubts,
I can hear your 'yes' from your mind,
but I have to take it back first
and be reconciled with her!
It's tough,
how'll I face the one who broke my heart?
'You have to!'
My broken heart says it loud!
I closed my eyes
opened my mouth
uttering 'Let's move forward with smiles'.
Someone held my hand,
so I opened my eyes.
You have the ring,
and I have mine too.
(Photo Credit to Kit Sandoval
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Hang - Leave
PoesiaHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
