Wounded Souls Create Broken Hearts
Don't tell me you love me.
I won't say it back.
Don't show me your tears.
I won't give you mine.
Don't open your heart for me.
I won't notice if your sincere.
Don't trust me with your soul.
Daddy took mine years ago.
So, you see, it's not worth caring for me.
I will let you fall and walk away when you bleed.
My smile may have fooled you, but you'll soon realize that I'm just a bad seed.
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I'm just a girl trying to find my place in this world. I've had to grow up all to fast, but am really still just a kid. I love the outdoors, because there are no walls. I don't follow the status quo and probably never will. You can correct my writing and tell me everything that's wrong with it, but I won't change it. I write what I feel and sometimes it can turn out to be a really great poem and sometime's it's just okay. Honestly, that's fine with me. I don't strive for perfection because I am human, so all I am here to do is write poetry. It may be bad poetry and it may be great poetry, but I refuse to claim either one. I write poetry simply because I enjoy doing so.
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