Tara

FallingAwake2

Obsessing…

and it’s funny how

  I’m not stressing…

at all.

Funny how you’re using 

the embers of your wake-

trying to burn down 

the only thing 

keeping me happy-

trying to knock down 

something I’m building.

But, for once, I am stable.

Even on shaky ground,

my iron throne 

does not rock,

and these arms 

will hold him regardless.

  • Author: FallingAwake2 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2023 09:16
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 7


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