Her bright light was his beacon,
On the darkest of days.
Shining bright every which way.
Her warmth breaks through,
His icy surface.
Giving them both purpose.
She set him ablaze,
As he made his way up her walls.
Up there they'll stand tall.
If he tries, she'll let him in.
There's only one question...
Just where do they begin?
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PoetryPoems are meant to pull you in and tug at your heart strings. The poems inside may make you feel understood, loved, or completely alone. Before you read these know wholeheartedly that you are not alone. Everyone feels down from time to time. But th...
