Little are the hands that cause the most damage
Big are the hearts that choose to love instead
Do you remember me? Together forever, yeah?
I guess this ghost could beg for a reprieve
Although my mask was easy to believe
Still you may be running without closure
Trying to fix yourself to gain equilibrium
But, Darling, ease your weary legs, your mind too
Because little were my hands when you held them
And noticeable was your heart that rarely condemned
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Coffee & Contemplation
Poetry"I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly." - Oscar Wilde
