It's the ones that make me feel worthless,
who say I can do no right,
that poke and poke holes in my heart,
and make me ask...
How many punctures will it take before a heart explodes?
How much coldness can a heart be surrounded by before it shrivels up into nothing?
But then there are those who lift my chin up,
who bandage those wounds,
who fill my heart with love and warmth.
And I know for a fact that with them, my heart will always heal.
They are the best,
and to them I must say,
"Thank you.
I love you."
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Inner Thoughts
PoetryThoughts that float around in my head a lot and other stuff I think about. A couple poems. It's actually a lot more interesting than it sounds
