Like an angel from above,
You answered my prayers.
About to close my eyes,
When your presence,
Shined a light.
You go by,
"The Lost Wanderer."
But I know you as,
"My hero."
You showed me where to go. . .
Lended me a hand,
And helped me up.
How are you lost,
When you act as a map?
I should've been a survivor,
About to take her last breath. . .
Yet you heard my pleads,
And changed my fate.
When we met again,
You said my voice guided you home.
I never knew what you meant,
Until two years later,
We said our vows. . . !
All this time you were lost,
You were looking for me. . .
Meanwhile, I was on the run.
Running away from my past.
My past was dreadful,
Yet I don't regret it. . .
It lead me to you,
Gave me a story to tell.
A tale to teach. . .
Hey guys!
Shout out to
She's the one who suggested the idea of making part 2 to Survivor!
It was honestly very challenging to write. I don't know how I feel about it. . . I think it's ok but it is nowhere near my favorite. Let me know your thought on it!
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Poetry's Tale to Tell
PoetryOne sample of my work (Note not all poems will be so serious, some are story like others are light hearted): "Every day, something happens... Someone gets bullied, Just because "They're different" "Nerdy" "Annoying" "Have no sense of fashion..." All...
