Monday, July 14, 2008

You

My heart was cold,
A broken, shattered thing.
And then you spoke
And my heart beat again.

The sun would shine,
But warmth did not reach my face.
And then you smiled,
And my skin felt heat again.

I could not cry
My tears were trapped inside of me.
But you took my hand
And taught me how to feel again

You gave me love,
And made me live for life
Now I can stand alone
Back on my feet again.

8.8.8/25

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