Only tales of love I tell you, during times when you're too sad to think straight, I sing them to you like hymns sang on a sunday morning,
The not so funny jokes I tell you when experiences of this world has brought you down,
The good memories I remind you of when the bad ones come knocking and the joy I feel when you smile, even with tears still trickling down your face,
Even with all the pain I feel, still, I show up for you with my heart in my hands.
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P.S
You talk big but your actions don't match up, if you really love them as much as you say you do, then pull up.
~Robyn~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
