A poem for you
Calloused hands carry
Heavy truths
I think it's time
I've had enough abuse
You can go
Leave for an hour
I won't care
I won't be sour
And if you find
Your soul again
Where it was
When we were friends
Leave it be,
Let it go
For it will be cold
Now and tomorrow
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
