my battle scars rhyme
I promised myself I won't carry these words to my grave. They will be left somewhere: be it on pages, on crumpled papers, tear stained tissues, abandoned walls, digital posters, and many other canvases of art. They will be pieces of me that I'll leave in this world. Through the right person, through the aching heart, through the hopeful soul, they will be found. And the same comfort and healing they have given me will be brought upon the hands that held them then and there; that is one of my prayers.
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
