poem #45

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I'm not cold but once was
To protect myself
I had to make a start

I shout because I care
I scream because I get scared
For you're important
More than you think you are

Even if you're someone else's
I can't control the affection
Which only grows with time

I still want to give you my
Love and care even if you
Say that you don't need any

Perhaps am wrong
And you don't need my hand
But we know it's wrong
Flowers never bloom in sand

I can't hold on my tongue
I want you to know what's in my head
So you won't think I'm as cruel
As they were, but I can't speak my heart in person
So I'm writing  in black and white

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