Poetry
I'm in a faraway world, where I find home, I fell safe.
Poetry is a home for kindred souls as it's their space.
Ongoing
Started on: 7 April 2023
Ending date:
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_____*:･ﾟ✧ 𖣔☾︎ ☽︎𖣔 ✧:･ﾟ*_____
Some stories were never been told, Some may think that they had no importance to hold Or for some they were just nightmares and a weight for their souls. They were just my despair But then can't the despair also repair?
There were some stories, All mine, those I kept inside my heart broken beyond mending, My broken part once and for all, But wouldn't the broken glass pieces make a beautiful mirror ball Healing was rewriting my stories that were never told, And healing was understanding my mind is as broken and yet so whole.
