I Claw my nails into my chest,
piercing through the layers
to rip my heart out
and gift it to you.
Maybe then,
you'll sense the ice you've commenced
on to me.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
XVIII- A gift
I Claw my nails into my chest,
piercing through the layers
to rip my heart out
and gift it to you.
Maybe then,
you'll sense the ice you've commenced
on to me.
