how i wish
i could heal your mind
so that whenever you think about yourself
you don't start to go blind
and not see your worth
and all the warmth you've shared
because the love you have for the people you're close with
is also the reason you truly cared
and so i wish
i could hold your arm and heal your scars
for it's the living proof
how painful it is to come so far
and so i wish
i could make the pain go away with my fingertips
and heal the scars on your arms
even with just a touch of my lips
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
