She never wanted him to leave
And he never wanted to go
But two different paths they took,
No matter which direction they looked
But before he left
He gave her a necklace
He tied it around her neck
And she smiled at it
It wasn't that pretty
It wasn't real silver
But it meant so much
He said that their paths would cross once again,
If she always believed it would
And if she found herself lacking faith,
She would hold onto that necklace
She never took it off
And as she ages, so does the ugly charm
But it's beautiful to her
She loves it as she loved him
And her hope stays alight forever
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My Poems
PoetryInspiration sources at random times From dawn to dusk My mind whirls with thoughts Ideas embedded onto paper and screens Memories captured within words As time progresses So does my talent Words form into poesies Poesies form into poetry And poetry...
