Started drawing hearts again, I wish it wasn't so unchallenging. It only takes the thought of your pretty face.
It's not like I didn't draw them before, but they have a deeper meaning now. One that was hiding somewhere for so long.
I don't care about the shape. I was never really good in the making, I just mark them here and there.
For what it's worth, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop. Yet I hope I don't end up with a broken heart.
YOU ARE READING
Flowers of my life
PoetryPoems. Based on women that came (but eventually left, too) into my life to stay forever. Even tho, the roots of these flowers are fed on unrequited love, they are enduring and gorgeously painful.
