Maker

If I were to meet my maker, The one with-holding my trigger, I'd do one last thing, That'd make my life slowly sing. Once upon a time, I met a one of a kind. Accepted my scars, Accepted the distance from a'far. I fell in love, I swooped like a dove. They changed my life, Showed me how to strife. Then it came the time, They flipped the dime. Flew away, Left my wings a'stray. I would go their way, Land to their dismay, Tell them my heart, Show them from the start. Then I'd go back, Knowing I didn't slack. Go to my maker, Get on my knees as they say "Stake her". By: Cali Mitchell Bucket List