She has…
A heart that is so fragile—
I’m not sure that you could hold it.
A mind that has been closed so long—
It could never be opened.
And a body so worn out, that pain
Arrives with every motion…
So don’t move—
I’ll be here with you.
And if you cannot find a thought—
Then I’ll do it for you.
I’ll be careful with my hands,
No, your heart I’d never lose.
So just hold still,
I’ll kiss every bruise.
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Lavish: Anthology I
PoesíaThe young writer Jimmy Lavish's first authentic anthology, entitled Lavish. Poems found in the book delineate everything from romance, beauty, and skin color, to hate, bad relations, and doubt. This is a complete collection, but is not necessarily m...