A wild one like me shouldn't be kept inside
And couldn't even if you tried
Should I crave touches and love you provide
Is it normal to not really want it
The thrive, the thirst, love could never give me it
And as hard is it might be to hear, love
You'd never be able to change it
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The Mind Of A Writer - Poetry Collection
PoetryI was bare-skinned, and so was he - hidden behind the lines of poetry ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... My second poetry book. Deeply personal yet I hope some of you might be able to relate.
