when I was a young kid I read the book that gave me my sweetest fantasy.
of a maiden who was lost but found her way into his arms.
sometimes I was lost and I was her, most of the time I was the road,
the place she traveled and once in a red moon I was the home she found.
the place she would tuck herself into every night.
then I found you and that fantasy became true,
but instead of being those parts I became something new,
I found I was none of the above when you showed up on my doorstep.
I was the love, you were the mystery, together we solved the lost pieces of the story.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
