15h
I gave my light,
soft and true,
but hands that took
just let it bruise.
A hand once open,
now worn and sore,
kindness bent
became the floor.
soft and true,
but hands that took
just let it bruise.
A hand once open,
now worn and sore,
kindness bent
became the floor.
A very strange thing happened. There is a lady in HP, I liked all 16 of her poems because I loved the way they were written.
Alas, she blocked me, thinking I was spam..... lol.
I don’t know whether to laugh or be sad.....😅
Alas, she blocked me, thinking I was spam..... lol.
I don’t know whether to laugh or be sad.....😅
