Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

May 27, 2014


by Jessi

Just the thought of you makes me weak,
the problem is i think of you everyday of the week.
My heart breaks while my wrists ache.
I cant live like this, weak and vulnerable.
You've got me right where you want me,
cause I'd do anything to see your smile once more.

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