He wraps me up in vibrant green paper,
And frames my colors with a red bow.
He places me carefully in the front of the tree,
Just to place a label on me:
In which he's written
To: Anyone
But me
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Poems
Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
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He wraps me up in vibrant green paper,
And frames my colors with a red bow.
He places me carefully in the front of the tree,
Just to place a label on me:
In which he's written
To: Anyone
But me
