Darling.
Every day a little piece of me goes.EVERY DAY.
What will I have left?
And I fear that there will be no to find those little fragments, glue and arms strong enough to hug me back together.
I fear that in the end,
it won't be someone else pulling that trigger.
I fear that it'll be me.
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DECIPHER
PoetryHow do we understand? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Words are hard to say Eyes are hard to look into Actions are hard to perform When they're all revolving around love. A collections of poems written by just an ordinary girl (me) when I'm at my...
