There is nothing more unattractive than an ugly heart,
An empty soul,
And lifeless eyes
I helplessly try to create a fire in my soul,
A spark in my eyes,
A heart that pumps life into me
But with no prevail
I'll take it slower
I'll work my way backwards,
Conquering my fears and weaknesses to find a balance
A beautiful balance of joy and sadness
A bittersweet beauty
Only then will I be attractive.
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Whisper Willow
Поэзия"She sat below the willow tree and would whisper all her secrets." A collection of poems all intertwined with the theme of whispered secrets.
