Take me by the hand.
I'm too confused to see.
My tears consume my every sense.
My heart beat's rushed,
My face is flushed.
You're desperate to understand,
But I'd do anything to know.
Take me by the hand. I'm too confused to see. My tears consume my every sense. My heart beat's rushed, My face is flushed. You're desperate to understand, But I'd do anything to know. |
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So yea, good job with this poem. Nice and interesting!
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My Poems | 25 words of Inspiration | My Prose
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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.
and I love this poem, it's short and sweet.
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And that's all I have to say about that.
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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.
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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.
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