Your legs grew weary
So I broke both of mine so you could stand
Your eyes grew heavy
So I peeled mine out so you could see
Your arms grew weak
So I ripped off mine so you could use them
Your heart grew bored
So I tore mine out so you would be entertained
Your mind turned dark
So I lent what little light was left in mine, so you could leave me
-I wish I could say I would go back and change this, but in that empty space where my heart used to be something still holds hope for the return of everything you stole, but most importantly, still holds hope for you.
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You Are Everything
شِعرA collection of poems for the over thinkers, hopeless romantics, and beautiful souls. May these reach you and help you in any way possible.
