Ship Wrecked

by J'Wellslovefaithhopedark night
When roses are no longer red, nor violets blue, I'll still be here with a strong love for you. Do you know the meaning of unconditional? It lasts forever, always intentional. It can be heard, when listened for. Open up when you hear the knock at the door, Quiet calls to your confused life. Silence befalls those struck by strife. Hope was deferred, so the heart got sick, Broken into pieces, but not hard to fix. Satan says it's pointless, beware of his tricks, To get you unstable, so you mentally shift. Struggles of life toss about like a ship. Without control colliding into a cliff. Ship wrecked, spit upon dry land, Broken into pieces, washed ashore, Notice foot prints in the sand.

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