The ship wreckage of an old boat
and I have a lot of things in common.
Peeling paint, heartache, and abandonment.
When left with loneliness a soul could die,
history of yesterday could diminish
Yet, there are alternatives.
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Vulnerable
PoetryBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
