You told me
Out of everything
your hands have held,
That my own hand
Was your favorite.
And I guess
Out of everything
You've ever torn,
Your favorite
Was my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
