My dear,
You may be hurting
You may be wounded.
But what you fail to realize
That those every same wounds
Are opening to every tender
Aching beautiful part of your
Soul.
And hell to it if i don't love
Every single one of them.
YOU ARE READING
MOONLIGHT
PoetryDedicated to My Love #The_Criminal Thought to find a way.. But some day ill make it, even if it takes it on us hundred years. Life had many levels, She is my life.. Her soul, the bad and the good in her. Her smile what I found in a million. Stronges...
