Black Hole
With his hand stretched out. . .
She ran back to him
Over and over again
Believing him and his lies
He manipulated her innocent heart
So she fell deeper and deeper
Into an endless abyss
Too far to climb out on her own
She was lost to the pain and suffering
Just a shell of what she used to be
But this was the love she knew
A love full of heartache and misery
Until one came around
With his hand stretched out
He showed her a love she never fathomed
Loving her and the scars she carried
Giving her his whole heart and more
He waited and waited for her
Until the day she had enough strength
So when that day comes
She will take his hand
And leave her black hole behind
About the Creator
Rebecca Wallace
I am a 20 year old who enjoys writing in my free time. Writing has always been my way of expressing my thoughts or feelings and I wanted to have the opportunity for others to read my works.
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This was so poignant yet very hopeful. Loved your poem!