I long deeply to give to you
All that is left of my poor heart
But as it's in so many shards
I fear it'd just tear yours apart
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoezjaAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
My Heart
I long deeply to give to you
All that is left of my poor heart
But as it's in so many shards
I fear it'd just tear yours apart