Ugly
I could love you
Buy you pretty flowers
But I'll stay in the fire
Burn with all the others
My precious scars
They all spell your name
I will always stand here
With this burden of blame
An ugly broken thing
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wordsarefullofletters · 2016-06-09
wow, it's nice to bump into these kind of writings. I write similar ones too, I hope you get to read them.