And I don't know how to make it alright.
I don't know what my touch can do.
I don't know if it would ever be enough.
But I'll try.
If you want me to.
I don't know how to think of you as anything other than perfect.
I don't know how to brand you as anything but mine.
I don't know how to love you like you're nothing I ever had.
I don't know much.
But I'll learn how.
-Zee
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Pieces of Her
PoetryGetting to know her. Others. Love. Hate. Promises and heartbreak Sometimes writing poetry helps with emotions. Sometimes it just adds gasoline to the fire. In the end, it's worth it. Always.
