Dear Tyler,
Walk with me for LOVE.
Guard your fragile heart another day. Let me comfort you; let me pray.
Thank you for your LOVE, understanding, and chill.
I am sorry for waking your sad soul.
It glides silently night by night…ghostly and restless. It shares my pillow and grabs my tears in a simple, stolen moment.
Cast these stolen tears into the ocean of the past. The ocean that cannot surrender her sinister waves any longer. Her relentless riptide is gone and, still, the current remains undiminished.
You may need more than I can give you but know that I am here.
Always, my son.
About the Creator
Raissa Dassel
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
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