by: mike good
She gave all she had for
whom she had. In return
she got sand! Now she
walks not hand in hand
but barefoot in desert sand.
There’s nowhere to hide
From the pain inside, it’s
worse than the desert’s
sun. She will one day heal
while he will kneel to the
fate of temporarily fun.
Mike this poem was absolutely beautiful with each poem that you submit it gets better and better