who really knows me?
all of me?
no one.
i don't think if they did,
they could accept all of me.
the good days,
the bad days,
and the sad days.
i disappoint,
i push away,
and i'm hard to love,
but only because i make it so.
why you ask...
i don't trust anyone
with my most prize possession.
mi corazon.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
who really knows me?
all of me?
no one.
i don't think if they did,
they could accept all of me.
the good days,
the bad days,
and the sad days.
i disappoint,
i push away,
and i'm hard to love,
but only because i make it so.
why you ask...
i don't trust anyone
with my most prize possession.
mi corazon.
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