Love 

 

The ground that I stand on is made of concrete

It steadily shapes beneath my feet

Fear tries to slip between the cracks

We’re too strong so fear begins to collapse

No traps

or mazes

Sadness is what I look upon these faces

People damage and destroy something invisibly beautiful

They build up this pain and say it feels incredible

Almost Memorable

This connection is a foundation of hope and endless dreams

There’s no- I -between you and me

Only us

Our crutch

Lets hold this weight of love

 

Thanks for reading Freestyle Poetry Monday!!

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