Original Poetry

a safety net, your parachute or personal shock absorber…

i cry because you make her cry when all i wish for is her happiness…
i want her to keep her fairytales unlike i with broken dreams
i long to hear stories about her passion so it can fuel my existence
i want her to keep the innocence of her youth
the silliness of her beliefs and her faith…
her faith in everything beautiful…
in everything special…
in a love that is endless and mutual.
she is glass on a tripod, still and steady ’til your touch reaches her

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