Her
Carefree and intense,
People who lie.
Stories of glory;
I sit here and cry.
Treadmill of anger,
Rolling beneath me.
I long for her grace,
Her touch, her healing.
She is the one,
The only chosen.
I lie here waiting,
Wanting and broken.
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2014
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