'god you're beautiful'
maybe it was the words
that captured my mind
and as long as you whispered those words
the abuse meant nothing
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
god you're beautiful
'god you're beautiful'
maybe it was the words
that captured my mind
and as long as you whispered those words
the abuse meant nothing
