Beaten up, battered, bruised,scarred and broken...
Those two souls that happened upon one another on, of all nights, an equanox night.
The collision was a sight that firework inventors would have been jealous of.
It was both very profound as well as deeply surreal.
He didn't think there was a woman in existance that could love him
unlike any other has except his own mother.
She didn't think there was a man in existance that would love her,
not in spite of her faults, but because of them...
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Author:
Charlotte Wiggins (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 21st, 2022 00:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Just something I came up with on a wim. Please, everyone who reads it let me know what you think.
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