She was the type
You know the type
The type to make you
Love yourself again
The type to smile
Like sunshine
The type that hangs
All her polaroids
She was the type
That you fall for
That you need
That loving
Hurts
She warmed your long
Frozen heart
And then she said
You were too cold
But you can't be broken
Because even if she warmed you up
You were
Sharp
To touch
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Things Unsaid
PoetryThis story is me thinking 'out loud'. Me just trying to vent and maybe give out some advice along the way. I'm not by any means the next r.h. sin. And, hey, when you read this little book, really read it. Interpret it how you want cause while this m...
