Out of the ashes
Of what served me only lashes.
You held together the shards
Of my failed hand of cards,
Enough for the cracks to fade,
Free for what I was forbade.
I began to ask
"Who could love me for the cracks of my past".
You told me wait,
So here I still stand at the gate
Of times forebarence,
Before my time for the furnace.
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Author:
Kebiin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is more of a sad love poem, it describes only the surface of what it feels like to have to wait for the one to come your way, because for many it comes differently.
- Category: Love
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