My heart sings,
Of what life brings,
Even the smallest thing.
Would never exist without meaning.
My heart dances,
As I’m taking my chances,
To keep away the grudges
When my heart falls into pieces
My heart paints,
Joyful memories and familiar faces
With playful colors and brush strokes that tends to fascinate
It’s a masterpiece anyone can create.
When my heart rests,
Somehow I’ll get away with stress
Someday I will pass life’s greatest test,
And will lead me to Almighty God’s nest.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoesíaIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
