Between a rock and a hard place, you will always be my tree.
You never were a sycamore, never quite an evergreen.
To me, you are simply Willow.
Who else could form a fist so soft, yet still could part the sea?
The image of you I hold, you may never truly see.
But rest assured, even vision blurred, will see a scene quite clear.
If you’re slipping away, grab my hand.
For you, I can be near.
If yOu LiKe thiS poeM pLeAse upvote,comment, FOLLOW and Resteeme
Poem written by:@shahidkha
Images: www.pixabay.com
Awesome lines. I really did enjoy reding ur poem. Keep up the good work.
Downvoting a post can decrease pending rewards and make it less visible. Common reasons:
Submit