She was a girl who craved love.
She was a girl who craved touch.
She was a girl who craved affection. She was a girl who craved attention.
She was a girl who craved it all.
She was a girl who one day seen that all fall with broken thumbs she begged a man to love her the way she loved him
He told her he couldn't love her hes too much of a "thug" to
him his pride held more weight then the tears in her eyes
with broken thumbs She was a girl who the became NUMB.
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Author:
Jayleah Love (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was about a girl who broke her thumbs begging for love from a man who had no intentions on loving her they way she loved him.
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Comments1
It started promising, but I kind of lost it at the "thug" part personally. No reason to quite though, this is a good start, and I like the "broken thumbs" imagery!
So it was a personality thing ... he is too much of a "gangsta" or like a "thug" as he liked to say to show love and affection he had too much pride.
I knew what you meant. I just felt like it was a bit blatant, but those are my thought and my thoughts alone. If you like it, then it doesn't matter!
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