Rebecca
Rotting in the dark regions of toiling life
Engulfed in tragedy and unremitting strife
Beauty pours forth and floods your green eyes
Empty, you fill the voids of my madness
Crumpled, you hold me up and decrease my sadness
Catching each fall and laughing at my stupidity
And filling my life with happiness and humility
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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