She was fire without sparks
Color without sound, nature without nurture
Always falling up while climbing down
She loved without regret
Laughed without humor, believed without faith
Always losing him while seeking a future
She was tortured without pain
Embracing the rope, refusing her freedom
Begging to be saved while giving up hope
©01/01/2020
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Incredible poem!!
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