Who
I thought I was strong when standing so tall,
Yet who would catch me if I should fall?
My heart is not stone God made it that way,
Yet who would love it if it broke here today?
My flowers are wilting with the sadness within,
Emotions are shown with a nod and a grin.
Life is too short yes this is true,
To find that perfect someone who just completes you.
Someone who is caring whose spirit stands tall,
To catch all the pieces that should happen to fall.
And if tears should appear they often say,
“Its okay hun I love you” than wipes them away.
What happens to dreams if they just turn to rust?
All the bells and dresses both turn to dust.
Could I be forgiven to just bury them all?
No more dreams to be conquered so I build my wall.
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