Poetry

Will you love me

I sat there wondering

How our love would weigh

When it turns blue

 

And I sat there wondering

How my heart would be if you ever broke me into two

 

But wondering makes a twist to the moments of love I could miss

And maybe I’ll never have to wonder if you’ll love me still when it all breaks loose.

For I hold to your promise that it will always be me for you.

 

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Poetry

Attachments

Attached to things

Attached to people

Attached to moments

But really, why did we burden the weight for our shoulders to bear with what we chose to be our attachments

When what’s meant will always be meant.

If you’re a believer, then Trust His plans.

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