Sold and fragile
With skin so weak and pale
And with words that never
Ceased to render me speechless
Like a father, a friend, and a chance
So secondly, I ran to him
And to know that last was first
And breathing becomes long
I ran, and stopped
And knew my heart was glass
And plastered with paper
Just to hold me wholly
I pressed your numbers
And you replied to me
With love so heart-full
And my tears fallen in all right reasons
12/14/2008
Thank You For Being There For Her
Written by Unknown at 9:30 PM
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2 two cents' worth:
i never know how to comment
but you know i love these truly and not in the pretty word way
j really appreciates this poem. Thank you for being so understanding and for praying and caring.
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