I held you with sweaty palms and shaky hands
I was so afraid of breaking you
I tend to ruin everything I love
Only because I'm convinced
I don't deserve it and god
I didn't deserve you
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
