I took time to try and remember. To remember the feelings that once occured back then. Those feelings i used to hold onto. There brief now. Just glipses of warmth and protection i once felt while being held in your arms
I think when we were in the moment i wasnt allowed to love you fully. I learned to love you at the level you were comfortable
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Bleeding isn't Broken
PoetryA process of me and dramatic presences that may have driven me to lack of life.
