I cut off bits and pieces of myself every day for you,
until all that is left of me is scraps,
so when the next person comes and wants my heart,
I tell them that there is nothing left in here.
- Counting Sheep
YOU ARE READING
Fairy Dreams
PoetryIt all started with you... *All poems are created and owned by me. Should anyone use my material without permission, it can lead to severe legal disputes and potential infringement claims*
