You handed me hope
on a platter.
You didn’t deal dope,
and see me as a cutter.
I was the only one in your sight,
so thank God
you found me there that night,
lying in my little pod.
I was bleeding tears,
shedding my skin of painkillers,
I thought you’d see my every fear,
but you just wanted to return my inhaler.
You met me there
every step of the way.
You taught me to share
and mean every word I say.
So I just want to thank you
for being there all this while,
for just being you,
for making all this worthwhile.
In a list
A contest entry
- Love: Both Ends of the Spectrum by Itzamna.
550 points, ended November 25, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i love the inhaler reference.
thank you for writing this -- i think it describes me and you in a way.
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good but you need to wrk on your rhyming good try though x
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