Fear that still is a mere,
I can only fear for my dear,
I shiver as I can still picture the giver,
his tall figure and the brown hair,
his presence is rare,
his appearance fair,
I get the shivers on my bare skin,
his smile that once was something I could bear,
he does not care, but scare
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
PoesiaThis poetry is written from the bottom of my heart, I try to put a lot of emotion into it and some of it is written from personal experiences, mostly the sad ones. There's one called "I'am Bipolar", which means a lot to me as Demi Lovato was diagn...
