My heart is hesitant to beat
Because it is too afraid
To disturb the ghosts
That sleep behind the cage of my ribs
You reach for my hand
And flinch at the cold
The sun trembles
when it meets my skin
You beautiful things
Are not meant to bleed
For someone like me
I am less like a human
And more like a grave
There is nothing within me
That you could save
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It'll Always Be You
PoetryI'm just a teenager trying to figure out what love is. Here are a bunch of poems with a common theme: love, love that betrayed or was betrayed, love that was gained and lost love. Love. A simple word. For me, My dear, it'll always be you.
