You let me in,
and I see all of you.
I see your morals, your mistakes, your darkest secrets and deepest desires.
You give me your heart.
And I am so sorry that I can't do the same.
I'm sorry I can't fully ever give myself to you.
I'm still trying to find the pieces,
stabbed into my cracks and weaknesses.
- Sarah Klobuchar
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoetryIf you think I'm writing about you, I'm telling you I am. These are original poems and thoughts I've been collecting over the years. Enjoy.