"baby, you'll make it through... As long as I'm here I'll protect you from even your self." He grabbed my wrist and pulled up my sleeve... I winced at the pain, and he gentle kissed the scars away...
I miss you... I need you to survive my life... The hell I put myself through.. Please protect me.. I can't take this anymore! ~@ng3!
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Ok hey. This, along with the last one, isn't a typical poem.. Unless you're thinking of it as a free verse..
He was doing so well... And he had kissed my scars... It was the most caring thing I have ever felt... I felt loved... But of course that was a lie... After all.. "how could you love someone with scars? ~unknown " ~@ng3!
