Right when I had given up,
Over you came,
Bringing me to love again,
***
Because of you,
Everything feels new,
Every day feels good,
Come hug me now,
Reach for my heart,
Only let me go when you have to,
For now I’m thinking of you,
Think of me to.
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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