Why does this heart aches?
When I try so hard,
To forget and forgive?
There are no tears in my eyes.
But happy though I say I am,
I can't manage a smile.
For hurt rises,
From deep within.
Wrapping itself around me,
Like an old friend.
I'm so tired of fighting.
I'm tired of being asked so many questions.
All I want, is to be held,
With love and care.
For broken people take time to heal.
They may be strong,
But they still feel weak.
Sometimes, or maybe all the time,
I need, arms around that will hold me.
I want to be saved.
I'm not asking for a prince.
Just some kind words.
A hug,
I want to be held.
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The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
