Down to the bones
You see,
When I write poetry
Iām carving my heart out of my chestĀ
Handing you my organs on a plater.Ā
All blood and gutsĀ
Bare and naked.Ā
And you wonder why Iām scaredĀ
For you to read my heart.Ā
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Well written!Ā Ā
How original and excellently portrayed.Ā