I am tissy
Thursday, November 16, 2017
willow
She like a willow bends
wishing to be whole.
Exposed, her heart naked.
Weary her broken soul.
Lay my head upon you,
for I shall never sleep.
Whispered breaths that linger.
Tormented heart, I weep.
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