Vagabond Heart – Found Poetry


“I know your fingers sting from snagging them on wild rose thorns … but you’re still holding my hand and ignoring the trickling blood.
I know it bruises when you get tangled in barbed-wire-smiles … but you’re still kissing my lips and calling me beautiful.”

Me (not as in me Angela Kukhahn unfortunately)

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