I gave you my heart.
And you gave me your fist.
I gave you kisses while you gave me bruises.
You tell me your sorry.
I tell you it's okay.
The years will go on the bruises will fade.
And yet I will always call you my saving grace.
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Nefelibata
PoetryCOMPLETE A mix of poems and quotes Nefelibata: cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of there own imagination
