Pin me down like your roadmap
With your fingers trace those paths in infinity
Can your hands softly mend the faults within me?
You know you want to so here's your calling
Just be glad I let you to
Feel small and humble yourself before my breasts
Who were mountains before they caught my crescents?
Oh, don't try to unravel the thread that is me
Tried to make me trust you
But I knew that you would only cut me
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
