Enough 21 Thursday Aug 2014 Posted by woundedmemories in Poetry ≈ 3 Comments Tagshope The way we held on Even when we knew It was all so slowly Falling apart And even when Everything was gone And there was Nothing left Somehow There was us And that was More than enough Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Laced with Acid said:
It’s amazing how accurately this could be applied to my own life.