Written about a year ago, not very great.
You've taken my hand and ran,
ran to the place where you could show me
and open my eyes to the brighter side of life,
pulling me away from the shadow of love.
You've dealt with my mistakes and insecurities,
selfishness that has gone beyond tolerance.
You've pulled me off slippery slopes,
nursing me back to happiness,
in a way only you could achieve.
Your camaraderie,
it cannot be weighed
in terms of a price.
Yet still a debt is owed.
I'll never fully qualify,
never fully deserve,
the blessings you've given me.
The only light left,
in my hollow soul.
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