poems book September 8, 2013by heather anne I’m an open book, yet you don’t care to read me. Each page is bleeding. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Awesome.
Very depressing. Find someone who will read.
Too often true — very sad
I could salve those wounds with words.
Love this!