To Love In Weakness Or Grow Strong
In those tender hours before the dawn
I cry that I'm his tragic pawn.
He shreds my senses into tatters
then squashes all the hope that matters.
Yet I feel such a magical love
from him like he's sent from above.
My heartstrings play each song for him.
He fills my soul right to the brim.
Now I have made my tough decision.
He'll find me gone when he has risen.
Single and strong is what I'll be.
I grabbed the reins-set myself free!
written 1/16/2014
for contest Three or More Stanzas and Thoughts On Same Idea"
P>S> This is not my real life LOL !!
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