Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Gift Giving

You asked for the world,
but all I could manage was my soul.
She’s a little scratched, a little sore, but she still believes in love.

She isn’t powerful,
or awe inspiring.
She isn’t the kind of thing that means that much, but she’s all I’ve got,
and she’s sitting, patiently in my palm,
waiting for you to say “Yes”.

Won’t you say “Yes”?

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