"I kissed his knuckles, the same knuckles that have broken noses and punched through walls, and realized why people fall in love with things that can destroy."
-e.m
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Poems
PuisiThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
To The Boy With Scarred Hands
"I kissed his knuckles, the same knuckles that have broken noses and punched through walls, and realized why people fall in love with things that can destroy."
-e.m
