Take my heart-it's in a bullet proof vest. It looks so pretty because it's me at my best. It's bloody, broken and bruised- but yet it's still beating.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Bullet Proof
Take my heart-it's in a bullet proof vest. It looks so pretty because it's me at my best. It's bloody, broken and bruised- but yet it's still beating.
