you love to play with fire,
your hands became a
burning match;
you touched me,
but little do you know,
I have a paper heart.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unsaid | Poetry
Poesia#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)
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you love to play with fire,
your hands became a
burning match;
you touched me,
but little do you know,
I have a paper heart.
