The fear of love is real and raw, A trauma that still leaves a painful gnaw, The thought of opening up once more, Is a daunting task that makes you unsure.
By Vhea Villenaabout a year ago in Poets
She trusted the angels with her heart, Believing they would never tear it apart, But their promise was a lie, And their actions made her heart cry.
She, the creator of a world, In a realm of propitious peace, Where ancient tomes are tightly furled, And knowledge never seems to cease.
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