The Travesty Letters
i'm trying to be honest
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Your heart is
Sacred.
You trust like a
Sparrow.
I’d give you all my bread,
But
You fly away when I get
Close.
You love like a
Harp does.
By offering only
Sad notes.
You love like a
mallet;
Crushing all my hopes.
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