Holding fast to shattered glasses
Not beholding the warmth that seeps into the grass-is ...
Holding you without hurt
Thinking I made the messes
Now knowing you were the source-is
What rips me into hurt
Now crouching in the lies ,
Fighting the haze that is the hurt
Heya Dearies,
I know it's been a whole week of silence, total nada
But who knows you might get a double update, oh did I just say that? I did 😆
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Love,
Paris ♥
