art, blogging, friendship, life, love, poetry, rhyming, sadness

Barely

I had fists full of cornucopia

I could only breathe

When holding my phobia

Inside my heart, I could barely start

Not withstanding

Your betrayals

I had my heart

Inside my fists

I could breathe

But barely exist

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