Unproven mythA Poem by Kristyn
Just as I felt all hope was lost,
My soul was concaving, And I no longer believed something so strong could ever be real.. A man took me by the hand He took me by surprise. Light touch and a soft voice, Entrusting my heart into his promises.. His words so smooth, leading me to believe that maybe it was real; That strong feeling that everyone believed in. Let go. So I let go. Fell through the deepness of his words into the shallows of something I thought was perfection. Something I thought was real. But touch can harden, and a voice can fade. And the strike you feel across your cheek is the proof. The proof that the feeling you yearn for, that one they speak of.. Is only a myth yet to be proven. © 2015 Kristyn |
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