They say all that glitters ain't gold
That's true, it could be precious stones
That being said, you didn't glitter
You weren't some shiny toy that I was drawn to
You were wounded, I could see it in your eyes
I could relate so I came closer
You were so scared that I saw through your BS
And tried to run but I didn't let you
Couldn't let you leave after all I've seen
All you needed was tenderness
To bloom into the beautiful flower you are
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PoëzieA different kind of writing. A bunch of lines set the tone of each poem or short story.
