Lonely nights I lay awake
Praying that it was all not fake
That we truly fell for one another
And not because our demons were tethered
He held my heart in his hand
But I couldn't help but wonder, where his would land
Maybe the heart I held was not truly his own
Maybe that was the sign, that I should have known
Since he was incapable of showing me what truly laid underneath
Like how his heart was surrounded by teeth
So sharp, to protect himself
Not wanting to let anyone help
So at night, I pray for my own heart to keep
Since he continuously tries to take it back from me
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Dear John: The Words I Could Never Say
PoetrySometimes we cry in silence because the words we want to scream would break us if we spoke them. In this book I have compiled the poems, I poured my heart and soul into when my lips didn't dare speak a word of what my heart so badly wanted to say. S...
