• kamrie872 4w

    Hands to love
    Passed down to me
    My heart carries you like a souvenir
    Your love became my misery
    But never an enemy
    As blood is thicker than water
    I take family traditions
    Keeping my mouth shut
    Boasting over love never made anyone look good
    And so I choose love from any hand wanting to reach me
    Accepting them in the silence just like you showed me
    I found my own escape
    ©kamrie872