The Girl Who Gave Her Life to Him
Till her dying breath
The Girl Who Gave Her Life to Him
She gave her life to him
her days her nights her years
she carried his weight
she held his silence
she stood in his shadow
her hands wore thin
her eyes turned hollow
her voice sank quiet
her heart stayed open
she bent when he asked
she broke when he turned
she healed herself in silence
and still she gave
he never saw
he never asked
he never knew the cost
her dreams went cold
her body grew tired
her spirit dimmed
but she stayed
she gave her life to him
not once
not twice
but every day that passed
and when nothing was left
she was still there
empty and his
till her dying kiss
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Beautiful sentiment, Maire. Very nice!