I was fragile.
You were curious.
I was a diaster.
You entered my world.
I tried to push you away.
You were relentless.
You pulled me back.
You had the audacity to repair me.
You said I was beautiful.
I became a triumphant.
YOU ARE READING
For Him
Poetry"Once her head hit that pillow, all she could think about was you..... You....... And you......"
