Odds in my Favor

I gamble against a fear
of my own doing; I have
loved you once, burned
at the roots with solemn
words of affection laced
in your laughter, yet I love
you still, hardened by the
remnants of our truths I no
longer wish to see, folded
into our history as the sun
still kisses the moon every
night – I play on, dangled
by my roots, betting against
fear, holding only my heart.

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One comment

  1. TinzRant · August 9, 2016

    Amazing poem, nicely written. Keep up the work. Check my post out when you get to chance đŸ™‚

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