Touch me like I'm made of glass
See me like I'm made of gold
Want me to be next to you
Through thick and thin and through the coldWhere did I go wrong my love?
Why can't you just know me?
Once I'm headed up above,
What will I be leaving?
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PoetryMy words are not thoughts or simple meanings They are feelings And believings And everything-in-betweenings... This is my assorted writings collection. It's mostly poetry. I hope you enjoy.
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Touch me like I'm made of glass
See me like I'm made of gold
Want me to be next to you
Through thick and thin and through the coldWhere did I go wrong my love?
Why can't you just know me?
Once I'm headed up above,
What will I be leaving?