There once was a girl
So true and fair
There was once a boy
Who couldn’t help but stare
He tried to get her attention
He tried to impress her
But through all of this
More feeling began to stir
Another boy took her away
But silently the first boy,
The one who truly cared,
Was the first one who wanted to stay
The boy who loved her
Was left to wander
Jealousy
His vision blurred
But his heart didn’t wander
Although she wasn’t his
His loyalty was to her
He protected her
And he held her close in his dreams
One day she fell into his arms
For him to protect her
She came to him, his flower
He’ll never let her go
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Christiana Strauss
I married my editor. He is the love of my life. And my inspiration everyday.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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