Take my love.
Take my heart.
Take my soul, tear me apart.
Take my laugh.
Take my smile.
Take what's left of my skin for miles.
Take my limbs.
Take my mind.
Take my default feeling: fine.
Take me in, all of me,
soon you'll realise how wrong you've been.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
