It is

late at

night,

your mind

and thoughts in

a million

pieces.



the winter

wind

blows through

the trees

like a beggar

running up

and down

this dead

end street.



a jab step

here a

jab step

there  never

one hundred

percent certain

of it's

own direction.



it runs

itself

exhausted,



like a kite

half broken

in the sky.



preparing to

crash hard.

upon your

heart.



this moment

you will

never forget



but after this

fate has

settled.

I will

stand waiting.



I will

carry

your broken

and weary

body home.





I will

not leave

you cold

in the

ground

unrecognized..



I will

not ever

let you

fall again.....





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