Too many statements were kept because of holding back
I feared I might lose you if I take a risk
I remained uncertain to keep you close
In a garden full of thorns, you were the one I mistakenly thought as a rose
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How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoetryA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
