The First of Many
you know that feeling of pain,
or maye your more aquainted with shame?
do you know the feeling of love,
or the hight of a flying dove?
i dont know how to explain it,
i see the flame of my inner candle has been lit.
i see him walking to my dark depressing corner,
he see's that im a loner.
sitting curled up in a puddle of blood,
i can hear the pounding of his beating heart.... thud tud thud.
i look up into his beautiful eyes,
he says that he hear my cries.
i look away ashamed for being in his presence,
i can tell time is of the essance.
he reaches his hand down to me,
i wrap my arms around my knees.
he whispers trust me,
i look up and he helps me to my feet.
i havent been in that corner for a long time,
and i am just fine.
i have his love,
and he has mine.
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