Give me a wild fire-
That will hurt
and kill my whole.
I am asking for a thorns,
I am looking for an unending pain
and pride.
Send me your fears,
Let me take all your tears
and may you live with dear.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
