“Walk tall, my love!”
And as I say the words
A ball of guilt
Clogs my throat.
Walk small. Walk small,
my love.
“Walk tall, my love!”
And as I say the words
A ball of guilt
Clogs my throat.
Walk small. Walk small,
my love.
This is how to really write poetry. Would that I could do so well.
And this is just beautiful, touches my heart, thanks for that, it’s awesome and i never use that word lightly
Thank you, both. This was one of those that came very quickly after following a train of thought that had been growing for a few days. I’m glad It felt right just to contain the thought.
(((you))) Hello.