Delicate as butterfly wings,
My heart is but a vulnerable cluster of emotions,
Fluttering about in my chest,
Longing to break free from its cage,
However weary of the cold world outside,
A world that can easily shatter the innocent heart,
Of a young girl searching for love.
The kind of heart you enjoying devouring the most,
To fill the void in your own desolate soul.
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Raw Heart
PoetryThis is a book dedicated to poems that were created straight from the heart and mind. They are filled with my current emotions and thoughts at the time of writing and are unapologetically raw. I hope you enjoy. ^_^ Book cover credited to the amazing...
