My Words May Not Always, Be To You Recognize able,
Yet Their Meaning I Assure, Is Profoundly Sizeable,
If You Choose to Listen, My Truth Is Indeed Viable,
I Present Myself As I Am, I Think I've Proved That I'm Reliable,
For If Your Eyes Do, See What Mine See Too,
We Are All, At Fault, Not Just Men, But Unfortunately, Women Too,
If You Ever, To Another, Give Your Heart Truly To,
Be The Best Version Of Yourself, Endure And See It Through,
The Riches, Which You Will Reap,
Are Vastly Inumberable, Too Many To Count,
This, I Promise You.
About the Creator
Kaylon Forsyth
I lost my wife back in 2019 and I started this as an outlet for my emotional expression in regards to the pain from the loss, it has helped me substantially since that time, and I have put great effort into all of my efforts since then.
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