"The ladder may be hard to climb and fragile yet, I'll do what it takes to get to you" He said.
Jumping to the end she dropped the letter,
Shattering my heart into smaller nano pieces,
She thought it would make me less better
Or make me stop holding on and change my cross pieces.
I know,
I fell big time and real hard
Yet what she didn't know was that I never play my last card—
Until, until all my hope is jarred.
This won't be the first time, second, third nor eight—
But the more pain I take, the more I'll hold on in faith.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
