The Wounded Lady- A Short Story📝
Seeming fast, willingly quick like without time
I possess the power to heal, how much God's kind.
I drive pass and I see this wounded lady
She looks familiar, I think I've seen her walk the alley
So I'm in a hurry to stop to help heal her wound
She asks if I can heal a broken heart, I tell her I'm that good.
Soon or later, she joins me in this long journey
She talks a lot, make few jokes, I think it's funny.
Great thing we just met but we seem to get along.
She tells me a story of how much love did her wrong.
So I listen, we stare, it's going well, so well.
I smile, leaving her a grin on her face right here