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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr 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!