I would rather undress my soul than my body.
Would rather speak openly,
And feel heard, and seen.
Would rather have some comfort,
Some healing, some warmth within
This ice cold body,
And scarred soul
That came from more than physical closeness.
But I know you'd prefer the latter over the former.
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Forever Writing
PoetryForever writing poems for those who will never give them even a glance. •••••• Hello! This is my second poetry collection. All of the works are my own and the topics are varied across many experiences and thoughts in my mind. If you haven't yet, go...
