In my hands I hold thorn-covered choices and every time I choose to push you away, I bleed. I bleed of love and pain, and I fall even harder in love with you. Is that too unconventional, sir? Because I never fancied what's ordinary, and I was always scared of love, but never of you.
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Limitless Lady
PoetryI'm tired, but I don't know how to be otherwise. I know no moderation. I'm a hurricane, and I know I'm raging. I'm a child, and I'm against ageing. I'm brutal and tender, and all the vast spaces in between. So erase the limits, my fr...
