one day those tears will all make sense,
one day the salt won't taste so bitter,
for those sad tears will be evicted by happy ones,
ones that will create memories to last a lifetime,
ones that you will treasure forever and keep locked up within an oyster,
forever protecting your pearl.
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Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
