Mws R Writings

Someone asked me to write my story

It would never be a simple story to tell

Too many undertones and whispers

Too many foes that wished me hell.

A true blue would had never been written into my story

The lines that would of been left for that, would not exist.

So many times the plot of my chapters would be changed

I would be the villian in one chapter

And in the next I would had been the victim.

For chapters and chapters my story would have had changes

In real life , I searched for happiness over my pain

Waited often for that true blue

But sadly no one came to fit into those shoes

Each individual I encountered and lived with

Would of written their own versions of my story

In it I am sure they would had been heroes or protectors

At least that is what they told me and themselves.

They only wanted what was best,

But their best gave me no rest

Their best caused me anguish and pain

They pierced through my heart and went straight to the vein

Suddenly as if I would of known

I had to leave that chaotic home

My innocent was gone

But I proved I could make it, on my own

But nothing was ever the same.

My true blue later came

I married him.

He was the reward and I was the grabber

Showing me all the time what a true blue looks like

How they will stay and fight

For those they hold dear

And the things that mattered, all these years

His love is sufficient, his touch is the glue

I am so thankful my story will have a true blue.

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