You're always beside me,
What good in me do you see?
Why do you still care?
Why is true love so rare?
My past has me in a jail cell,
But even if I yell,
You still hug me tight,
You keep me warm through the night,
I hope we can love forever,
And you stay with me wherever.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
