Travel through my layers to get to my heart It is there waiting for the right person to peel away my bark wishing I could reveal my soul as so many easily do but alas my layers protect what is left to be true
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Travel through my layers to get to my heart It is there waiting for the right person to peel away my bark wishing I could reveal my soul as so many easily do but alas my layers protect what is left to be true