I'm afraid that I
won't just be missing you
when you're gone,
I'll be missing me too...
I'm afraid—no, petrified—
that maybe,
just maybe,
you decide to walk away,
and that I lose both of us.
Forever.
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
