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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since January 2020
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Him

January 3, 2020

He takes the clouds that fill my head, his eyes take the blue from the sky, And I owe him everything. He saved me from the pain that I hid, from the darkness within, it was consuming me, Everyday it consumed more and more of me, I almost left yet I stayed, Something was holding me back, Something was wanting me to stay here, The voice was so strong yet it was soft, Sometimes it seemed, it was neer my ear, God heard my prayers, God himself made him just for me, He cared enough about me, To make a man like me, He replaced the pain with love, And the darkness with light, I am breathless and amazed, By the way he saved me, He has helped me in so many ways, He taught me, That crying is just, How your heart speaks, When your lips can’t explain, the pain that one feels, He may just be one man to the world, But to me he is my world, I have no clue, What i would do, If i didn’t find him, God brought us together, Never again will we be alone

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