Look at that smile dancing on your lips.
Listen to your laugh echoing through.
Touch the healed scars upon your heart.
Smell the roses blooming out for you.
Don't you see?
You have made it my love.
YOU ARE READING
I tried
PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
