There wasn't much to me, but a shattered past
No trust, heartache and a endless wine glass
Pillows soaked in tears, pain in my eyes
mistreated and defeated, yet a virgin between my thighs
I became bitter for plenty of good reasons
and then you came in the summer season
held me forever and became something I
could believe in
respected me and was just what I needed.
So where did you come from?were you God sent?
Were you in the heavens, when I screamed the words I meant,
or did you see the need for you in my world of misery.
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About the Creator
One Poetic
Poetry is my first love, however I can write just about anything. I've written since I could hold a pen. Enjoying life in Ohio and Illinois with my wonderful Fiancé and our fluffy Pomeranian.
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