I lost you, Sam
I held you dear, Sam
Close to my heart
But you broke
Just like the others, you broke
You broke as he lost his own John
You broke as she held dear her own Anne
Look at me, Sam
Hear my lament for you
Why are you in despair
Stand up, Sam
Just like the few others, you can rise
You can rise like you were never broken
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
I lost you, Sam
I held you dear, Sam
Close to my heart
But you broke
Just like the others, you broke
You broke as he lost his own John
You broke as she held dear her own Anne
Look at me, Sam
Hear my lament for you
Why are you in despair
Stand up, Sam
Just like the few others, you can rise
You can rise like you were never broken
This poem is for the one who shattered into pieces so badly that even trying to restore yourself only seems to hurt you more. Smile. There's always a good reason to live.
