Poem #5

Like a rose that refuses to die

In the harshest of winter

Exsisting solely to thrive

You are like a musical instrument

That only i know how to play

And when your melody is heard

It takes my pain away

You are like the sun

In this darkness i hide behind

Enveloped in broken glass and rusty nails

Together our time we bide

You break down my walls

I have nothing left to lose

Whether near or away

It’s you i will always choose

Published by Brigitte af Transmorvica

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