To the one I thought was the one...
You removed the tangled strings from my dark heart, removed the brush and thorns, to find a rose buried deep.
Just to hold and love, and crush the pedals beneath.
Those cold, horrid hands that used to hug me.
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Emotions (Watty2016)
PoetryWhat are you hiding inside.... All poetry published on this book was created by me and originally thought up by me any form of copying or republishing without giving credit is illegal
