Submissions by Bryson_Larai
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
a letter to my love
My love. my life as of today.
now i wither, in the fire of my past sins.
in order to protect her, i cannot hurt her
in order to not hurt, i must become a better man
in order to become a better man, i must take responsibility
in order to be responsible i must act for those who i am responsible....
so here i start...
i shall begin again, begin to be the man whom my love deserves
i simply pray she will wait for me.
stay here while i pick up the pieces of my own life,
so i may help pick up hers.. so this letter is for her,
my beautiful fiance'. be...
now i wither, in the fire of my past sins.
in order to protect her, i cannot hurt her
in order to not hurt, i must become a better man
in order to become a better man, i must take responsibility
in order to be responsible i must act for those who i am responsible....
so here i start...
i shall begin again, begin to be the man whom my love deserves
i simply pray she will wait for me.
stay here while i pick up the pieces of my own life,
so i may help pick up hers.. so this letter is for her,
my beautiful fiance'. be...
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The Glove
One glove. One little piece of clothing, it meant everything.
It had seen everything that has happened to me through the past year.
In just one instant, its gone forever. It’s so small, so easily forgettable.
Its loss will never leave my mind, I promise myself this.
Now, I bet you are a bit confused? Let me explain, and describe this glove.
This glove is more like a sleeve with a thumb hole. Gothic, purple and black stripes adorn it,
Lace trimming around corset stitching running the length of the glove like a sewn-up wound.
But the reason I loved it, it...
It had seen everything that has happened to me through the past year.
In just one instant, its gone forever. It’s so small, so easily forgettable.
Its loss will never leave my mind, I promise myself this.
Now, I bet you are a bit confused? Let me explain, and describe this glove.
This glove is more like a sleeve with a thumb hole. Gothic, purple and black stripes adorn it,
Lace trimming around corset stitching running the length of the glove like a sewn-up wound.
But the reason I loved it, it...
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