What She Saw
What she saw...
Was a broken person
A battered heart
And
In that moment she knew
She'd break herself
Break herself all over again
If it meant she could heal even one of those wounds
And replace them with every ounce of her love
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Of The Soul
PoesíaCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
