Poetry
Friday, August 17, 2012
He
He
blocks the pain like a door blocks off the outside.
He
holds the key to my heart, but doesn't break it.
He
is like the rain washing away my tears.
To only form a rainbow in my heart.
This
He
is in my life and
I am glad of it.
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