To the hands that would hold me
I would make your hands bleed
Don't you dare to be attracted to me
I would wither if you hold tight
Hurt you
You can never have me in your hands
Until you respect me and love me
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GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Poetry" Humans have more shades Than on the colour palatte of an artist" Grey, is a mixture of darkness and light, happiness and sadness, black and white. It is a peaceful place where one hides, cries, smiles laughs without anyone knowing. Grey is us. W...
