Before my pride was the only thing I had
The only possession I managed to hold onto
Now I'm giving it up willingly just for you
I'm standing before you as a girl,
Just asking to be loved
Asking to be cherished
If you want me to beg then I will
All I ask is that you hold my broken heart tenderly
I will say please if that's what you need
Just love me and hold me, tell me I'll be okay
YOU ARE READING
through toil and chance
PoetryPoetry for the doers and the dreamers. Poetry for the lovers and the fighters. Poetry for the soul seeker and the self lover. Poetry for the misfits and the outcast. Poetry for the classicist and poetry for the modernist. Pictures featured are not...
