I carry about
a handful of strings
throwing them out
to new people and new things
some latch on
others don't
some let go to soon
and some are you
the person I didn't want to throw a line to
the person who threw one for me
the person who was once a a simple conversation
who has now become a series of I love you's
and endless ties
a person I thought I knew the world without,
before learning your are my world
and now I can't face a day without
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Author:
Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2017 11:14
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Comments2
Great write
Superb poem.
I loved it Sugar.
Keep writing
FineB
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