When I met you, you were a broken home.
with shattered windows, and sharp edges.
no furniture, dust settled in from being left behind for so long.
With only a lonely table, that had an empty vase.
When I met you, you were a river run dry.
lips chapped from the drought,
heart aching without a doubt.
You warned me,
'don't cut yourself, fixing me.'
But,I didn't care,
I walked in to your broken home,
and built it back up with pieces from my own.
And yes I bled, but every ounce was worth it,
Because for you I'd die a million times over.
I placed lily's in the vase,
brought life back into your home.
Love came down with rain,
And showered you in affection.
I kissed away the pain,
and gave you attention.
My breath was yours,
I gave you my heart for ransom.
I loved you till I bled dry,
and I'd love you till the day I die.
Because, darling diamonds need time taking shape,
they are pressured,
and they withstand it,
they come out stronger and are a thing of beauty.
that's what you are,
and nobody can break you
unless you are cut with your own dust
-strength hides within you, it comes out in your darkest hours.
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Hello everyone! it's been a while hasn't it? I've been busy. but thought of writing this today, because a lot of people don't get back up on their feet once they are broken. but they deserve to know that what doesn't kill them makes them stronger!
And sometimes, you've gotta let someone mend you, and help you back up on your feet.
Also GIF of Titanic because LEO FINALLY WON AN OSCAR AYEE!!
have a lovely day
-A
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Raconteur
PoetryThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
