My own two feet.
Something my soul needs,
Is you being here;
Is you, lying next to me.
I might weep,
But I sure as hell
will stand on my own two feet.
And if you must leave,
Make sure he knows who you are.
Make sure he can see.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2015-10-07 at 14:43
Tags Love  Life  Heartbreak 
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