He was it for me,
the man of my dreams, the person I look forward to spending my life with.
To me he is perfect in every aspect of the word because all his imperfections dulled those ugly insecurities of mine. Together we were inseparable he was beautiful and will always be according to me, as age does his work on him, I will never leave him for it.
He looks around with a gleam in his eye, showing the world he had dealt the cards life had given him and returned with his heart bruised but not broken to pieces.
For we all, have skeletons in our closet and monsters in our head, but the stronger ones of us are those who aren't ashamed of it.
For the fight that everyday proves to be, for the struggles life always seems to present and for the symphony that together when we fight back, we create. We survived.
We survived, maybe not always in the name of justice but what is life without a little rule bending and a demon to call only mine.
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A hand to the drowning.
PoetryDon't live someone else's life. It is important to know that life can slip through your fingers just when you think you have it all under control. Is it so hard for you to see what makes you so UNIQUE? Are you going through HELL? Do you HOPE for a b...
