take a look at my wounds
they scream "heal me"
a broken heart that never loved
how do i mend my mind?
months of rolling hills and fresh skin
running until i find a new home
exhausted every evening
and there it was
you, like me, had wounds
such pure beauty laid beneath
hidden but underneath euphoria had been muted
let me heal the pains
you accepted my flaws
i hated the person i was before you
he taught me to apply pressure
and i felt strong again
a kiss, a single moment of happiness
did it scare you?
i stare into those eyes
and i see it
something so clear
yet something so unsure
but on the harbour beach
i realised i loved you
YOU ARE READING
summer and her freedom
Poesía"summer and her freedom" refers to some short poems that have been written over the span of a few years, through the good and bad nights, I could always confine in the screen staring back at me. I realised whilst writing I had always connected with...
