I see the way you look at me
When I'm holding her hand.
Does it make you mad?
Do you understand now?
I'm not letting her hand go this time.
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Faded Love: The Chronicles
PoetryMy words may speak of our story, our memories, and all the words I wish I could muster out to you. [This is a book of poetry based on one of my past relationships. This is personal and a place of safety and vents, for me to spill my heart. Please do...
I Hope You're Angry.
I see the way you look at me
When I'm holding her hand.
Does it make you mad?
Do you understand now?
I'm not letting her hand go this time.
