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Feb 2015
the word 'deserving' has a way of cutting in to me
For why do I suppose I should be handed out the key
I always lose the things I want to time I do not own
yet manage somehow to pretend I reap what I have sewn
There's someone watching over me forgiving what I've done
Reminding me I haven't lost my faith in anyone
Replacing fear with perfect love I've kept inside my heart
I know I will be broken but I will not fall apart
So here's to all the people I may never see again
You've made me in to something more than I could ever pen
they've written me
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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