beautiful soul,
beautiful who folds...
ray of light decides to shine bright
on the most torn up that takes seize of the night.
the hurt hurt
so the healed must heal
which takes over first?
the hunger and thirst of the latter takes out the former.
gives so much and gets so little
angel of mine
gives up all her time
hope it's not to late till eyes open and see
that loving is all she ever wanted to be.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
