I used to think sadness was love That needing someone was the same as longing for their touch I used to think I would never be good enough For anyone because no one could make the sacrifices I was Stuck outside, ready to rust away When you came by, sheltered me from the rain You … Continue reading Rust Away
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A Promise
A little piece of metal Jagged and scarred Off colored A little light of heart You slip it on my finger A promise you laugh It doesn't shine or twinkle But it fits nice and snug Like a crown it rules Three fingers from my thumb.