how green eyes see the value of me 09/12/201909/12/2019trE not what they expected too fragile broken, sensitive to the little things . . . above scolding beneath discipline all too ready for debate beaten to a pulp, but a fighter who won’t let them judge her. still– I am not the one to love. Share this? Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Related
The paradox of being strong and fragile at the same time… you’ve expressed this so well, Tre. LikeLiked by 1 person
This makes me sad. I actually sighed out loud after reading this. Still beautiful though. LikeLiked by 1 person
A Cornered Gurl 
achingly beautiful, sad but lovely!
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Thank you for reading!
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The paradox of being strong and fragile at the same time… you’ve expressed this so well, Tre.
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Thank you, Mags. I am glad you picked up on that, my friend. ❤
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You’re welcome, love. Have a great weekend! ❤
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You do the same, love. Thank you!
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So many emotions in this poem.
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Truly. Yes, ma’am. Thank you for reading.
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You’re very welcome!
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This makes me sad. I actually sighed out loud after reading this. Still beautiful though.
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❤
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