Dear Diary,
Your love felt like summer rain
Sweet, gentle, and rare
Exhilarating and so very hopeful
Like a symphony of harps
And a field of roses
Your love felt like home
Safe, Comforting, and familiar
Like you could never leave
A type of love I could barely swallow
And a type of love you would never recognize.
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
