He wanted to hold your hand
But his hands shook
With the memories of his childhood
The musty room, clouded with the
Sweet stink cigar smoke
His father who stank of acrid alcohol
And a voice that rumbled like thunder
And the cracks scars across his skin
And he just knew that he couldn't hold her hand
Because she deserve someone
Who won't complicate her life
Someone who can make her happy all the time
She deserves someone better
So I left her
Now she always wonders why did you leave?
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
