She is red,
Beautiful as blood,
Hidden underneath,
A glass globe.
A barrier of thin courage,
To stop wicked hands,
From picking her apart.
If she would someday
Throw her thorns
Away for you,
Save her
And break the glass,
But don't you ever
Break her heart
In case of your
Emergencies.
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This Is Everything I Didn't Say
PoetryDear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIM...
