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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Tea Poetry
ПоэзияPoetry 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.
