Poems from saderholdt1

          I want to  make a                             toast.                                   AHEM...
  I held out a hand to help my friend Believing she could be found again But when the waves receded There was nothing there to save   We...
  Her mind was not broken when she was born. She was once a rose But, have you ever seen such aversion to a flower?   What’s in a name?...
  My hands bleed from slivers of glass The pieces stick me as I try to pick them up It is a habit I have, to try and put the pieces...
  The child of my heart Isn’t like the others. She is reckless and naïve, She can hardly be trusted.   The child of my mind Stands up...

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