A Special GiftA Poem by Wild Willow BlueIn love with what kills her..How long must I walk through the valley of evil and death not come for me How long will I have to wait for a glimmer of hope from your crooked eyes Smash my heart against the stones and waves of a better tomorrow Hopefully you’ll come tomorrow I’m tired of sitting here alone not knowing of your face How long until the scars go away Till the flowers on the walls dry up and the cob webs wither I’ve walked a long forever’s time and death has not come for me But hopefully in the lace of a better tomorrow Hopefully you’ll come tomorrow © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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