I am not averse to being brought to my knees in pain.
I will yet love.
I may weep inconsolably.
I will then hope.
I allow myself to fall apart. Even despair.
I will yet forgive.
I need not always feel well.
I am alive.
I live with pain and insecurity. I let my heart ache.
I can feel it beating.
Let me not be swayed from my course.
To love.
To love.
To love.
To the end.
To the end.
To the end.
Tho it’s sad, I am in despair too! Nice poem!
DID YOU WRITE THIS!? I LOVE IT. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WROTE IT SO I CAN PROPERLY CREDIT YOU, BECAUSE I’M COPYING IT TO MY BLOG. IF IT’S YOURS DO YOU WANT YOUR FULL NAME WITH IT?
Well, my goodness, I did write it. I’m glad you like it.
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