Take my hand
Don't notice the scars
Take my hand
Even though it's stained red
Take my hand
Please
Take my hand
I can't keep it up
Take my hand
It's too heavy
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Poetry of The Mind, The Soul, The Heart, And Any Other Broken Thing
PoetryHunter T Bedford Well, the title says it all (Photo credit to my beautiful friend Celine)
Red
Take my hand
Don't notice the scars
Take my hand
Even though it's stained red
Take my hand
Please
Take my hand
I can't keep it up
Take my hand
It's too heavy