She has this vulnerability about her.
It draws people in.
Not because they want to take advantage of it.
But because they want to be touched by it.
Such a raw,
spiritual being.
She reminds one of the fragility of the human condition.
And we are drawn to people like her,
like a moth to a flame.
We know she may turn on us if we do he wrong.
So we must do her right,
and keep our hands strong.
One can help but be drawn to trust her,
to love her.
Her purity makes us weak in the knees,
and her sadness makes us angry with rage.
Ready to love,
ready to fight,
ready to take her hand
and walk by her side,
in the darkest of times.
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Lovely
I think this is a beautiful poem, especially the last five lines. In response to that last ignorant comment: it must be nice to be so perfect. Who knew a couple of typos could make a person so angry and mean? Don't listen to that nonsense and keep writing! ;)more...
AND THEY HAVE NO FEAR
for flames will always surround her, TK U MLJ LV NV
Nice.
I like this one.
Excuse me while I puke
Hey man, dos typos . Be cool and pay attention and one poem a day will give you time to get your shit together--one ex-lax a day is enough!
1.if we do he wrong
2.One can help but be drawn
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