This heart of yours you've given me
There is no chance it will stay whole
Yet why do you willingly present yourself?
When you know you'll only be a fool?
It will be stitched, worn, and wounded
To the point of almost breaking
Yet you choose to stay
To remain anyway
Is it only I who is cruel?
For I continue to push you away
Yet you tell me I've done nothing wrong
And you continue to bleed to death
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Flowers Of Love And Tears
PoetryRoses are red, Violets are blue. Will you ever look at me The way I look at you? ~~~~°~~~°~~~°~~~~ Highest Rank #180 in Poetry ❤❤❤ Just random poems and stories.
