My own two feet.

Something my soul needs,
Is you being here;
Is you, lying next to me.
I might weep,
But I sure as hell
will stand on my own two feet.


And if you must leave,
Make sure he knows who you are.
Make sure he can see.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2015-10-07 at 14:43

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normalil
By your words, I am sure that you will make it. Keep strong, better times are ahead.
2015-11-04


BM Barde
I most'nt just come out without eatingwords... I comment this is a cool hell in ur write, see how u gave light to those dirty dark.
2015-10-21


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Direct and resolute. What more is there to do. Very well written.
2015-10-12


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2015-10-11


Puddled
I like this sense of moving on and yet the struggle to let go so clearly depicted in this poem. Thanks for sharing John
2015-10-07


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Aye , that you will , John. Some one will catch when you stumble , so you do not fall , smile with you.
Ken D :) ;)
2015-10-07