Love me gently, for I am a wounded child.
Love me firmly, for sometimes I am an anxious child.
Love me surely, for I am a confused child.
Love me softly, for I am a sensitive child.
Love me truthfully, for I have been lied to many times.
Love me hopelessly, for I would dive into you headfirst.
Love me tenderly, for I am a child who has only known shame.
Love me sweetly, for sometimes living is bitter.
Love me intentionally, for the heart is a wandering miser
Love me compassionately, for I am a child of many flaws.
Love me openly, for I am a child who deserves to be seen.
Love me silently, for I am a child who enjoys quiet gestures.
Love me in prose and in poetry, for I love to see myself come alive in your words.
Love me by your touch, for I am a child who misses human connection.
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Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
