She sat there wondering, hoping
when everything will be perfect again,
the burning rage that overcomes her
is all she has known.
For she secretly loves another far off
from her, his fire like hair all the way
to his eyes that shows his neverending
passion for her.
He is the cure for her, all of her,
from the very strains of her hair
to the very last tear she has ever
cried.
It's unusual in these times for two
people being each other finishing
puzzle pieces, is it not?
This is a feeling not most has felt,
but a blessing that should be
given to every person that has been in the same
position that she has been.
SR
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Damaged
PoesíaJust a series of poems that I write when I'm down or when I want to write inspirational poems
