How much do you care?
Is your caring temporary?
A small scandal that you behold?
I hope not.
Is this true,
or is this for play?
I pray that it isn't.
I hope that you love with an honesty,
and not for fun.
I just can't stand for another wounded
heart.
It it happens again,
it will either disintegrate into nothing,
or explode into a catastrophic disaster.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
