He said your name,
and part of me crumbled inside,
hating how you still had that effect.

But was quickly erected back to life,

Because I am not Samson,
and though you were practically Delilah,
you may cut my hair all you wish,

But I will still receive grace.

Because before that moment,
I hadn’t spared one
thought about you
previously in the day.

But then I started to cry,
because that is what healing truly feels like.



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