And may you never know
Many of the streets I've roamed
As I've waited for your return.
For I still hope feverishly
To find my way back home.
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Yearn To Touch | Poetry Book #1
PoetryThe walls guarding your heart will crumble down to the bone. And all that shall remain are the cracks and chips upon the beating surface. Drop by drop your emotions and desires will bleed. But know that you must tumble and fall before learning to st...