The cure.

The cure.

A Poem by Ashley West

I remember feeling secure.
And I was sure.
But It was all just a lure.
A lure to reel me in.
He's just a blur.
We're just a blur.
Of what we were.
His heart was my cure.
So now I'm not sure.
Where's my cure?
Can I lure you in?

© 2016 Ashley West


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