Over the years,
I thought I’d found love,
But it hadn’t been true.
Then along came,
Someone completely different,
And that was you.
Never did I consider,
You could be for me,
And save me from becoming bitter.
Now five years on,
I don’t look back,
On time that’s gone.
My heart became tin,
With the hurt of time,
And you opened it for me.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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