Take my hand,
Will you pretty please?
Look my way,
I’m begging, “Look at me!”
I need your help.
Just a simple little task
If you say no,
That’s okay. It didn’t hurt to ask.
You’ve made it clear,
I’m not the best.
Why are you here?
Are you truly the Devil’s Test?
Take my hand,
Pretty, pretty, please?
Tell me how,
much
I really, really mean.
Look into my soul,
Try to really grasp and know,
The woman inside.
The one you’ve made me hide.
Take my hand,
Pretty, pretty, please..
It doesn’t at all feel
Like I mean
anything.
Pretty, pretty, please.
TheBailey 👑
About the Creator
Bailey Thornton
I’m a lone mommy of a handsome boy. & a full time advocate for anybody who can admit they need an advocate sometimes.. I don’t call my writings poetry, because it’s honestly just thoughts.
Thoughts that just happen to rhyme sometimes..
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