Though if you feel
that I am the antiseptic
to your wounded heart,
Come to me
and I will heal
and stop the bleeding.
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PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
Antiseptic of the Bleeding Heart
Though if you feel
that I am the antiseptic
to your wounded heart,
Come to me
and I will heal
and stop the bleeding.
