It wasn’t luck
He found me half dead
In a ditch
Without a buck

Labeled “no one cared”
Or even worse
They never dared
And I’d gave up

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He makes me feel like my little feet are the reason the world is spinning 🤪

Or, like a little hamster in a cage on a wheel that keeps going…

He makes me keep going…

His kisses

Incentives 👀

His visits

Break fences 👀

His kisses

Life sentence 👀

*strums guitar*

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