Protective

Protective

A Poem by Effector Prime

I never knew I could get hurt the way I do
till I met you
till I met you


I never knew I could love the way I do
till I met you
till I met you


I never knew I could laugh the way I do
till I met you
till I met you


breathe
fall


I can hear myself for the first time ever

you bring me out of myself

now I need your help, please let me hold you


so will you let my love hurt you?
it's in your hands
hear me out


bunch and shear

aka chop, baby

© 2015 Effector Prime


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Added on January 4, 2015
Last Updated on January 4, 2015

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Effector Prime
Effector Prime

Glasgow, Theta-Religion, United Kingdom



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