Ayah .H
Woe to the feelings
That make me cower
And make me shrink
Like a withered flowerWoe to you
For though I might shake
I shall never surrender12/06/2020
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Breakfast With Suns And Tears
PoesíaPoetry. "As you can see I am made of glass You can break me to pieces But know this You will never walk away unscathed Without a promise of a scar And a blood trail left behind " Ayah .H
"Woe"
Ayah .H
Woe to the feelings
That make me cower
And make me shrink
Like a withered flowerWoe to you
For though I might shake
I shall never surrender12/06/2020