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?EmailWhatsAppFacebookLinkedInTwitterPinterestTelegramMoreTumblrLike 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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