Their words are harsh and cold as they try their best,
Trying to put boundaries around us and our beating hearts.
Anger grows inside of us, wishing they would let us be,
Because your heart, it only beats for me.
They hate it when we talk, and when we laugh it gets worse,
But as long as we have each other, great seems the worth.
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Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
