Off all the people in a crowd, my hand will blindly seek for you.
1000 men will line up at my feet for a chance to hold me.
-bigger, stronger; older, wiser
But my hand will always seek for you.1000 bruises you inflict onto my heart, my mind, my trust, and I will still wrap myself around your little finger.
1000 of my tears could spill onto your button down and tie and I would still collapse into your arms and find faux comfort in the void of my pain.
Nothing you could say, nothing you could do. Would make me stray.
I am one to stay until my heart snaps in two, but even then I would still find a reason to keep you.
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PuisiA look inside the journey of two years. 2015- hell 2016- happiness All works in this book have been written by and are owned by me.