We're all born with half a heart,never full.The other half belongs to our soul,never to be sold.We're told how to speak and when to speak.We're taught how to walk and where to walk.But we barley talk of love,or the horrors that come.At a young age we told mommy loves daddy and daddy loves mommy.We get told when a mommy and daddy love each other very much.But what about the hidden love?The kind of love we don't talk to our children about.
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The Words Of A Poet
PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
