A scar,
Embraced on my pale
Soft & silk skin
Ran my fingers, over it
Isn't it pretty yet?
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
