Best of me

by Teria Westerviller   Aug 25, 2021

The joy and sorrow haunt me,
The demons from my past
Some brought pain and suffering
And some brought love that lasts.
His touch is my surrender
His heart my sweet escape
The loneliness has left my soul
But the demons keep me whole
They lash, they fight against me
Reminders life is but a drop
Everytime the skies they open up,
The rain it doesnt stop.
But who says thats not normal?
That the pain doesnt push us through,
I mean my demons got the best of me,
But that was long before you


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