Learn to love the scarlet of your bruises
As much as you love it on your cheeks.
And the sound of the walking away feet
whose hands could not well receive
the fluttering of your heartbeat.
Love your chaotic soul
That enjoys simplicity.
And the unfathomable depths of your personality
That are yet a mystery.
YOU ARE READING
Every Breath Counts
PoetryJust something to help me understand myself better....hope u like itt:)
