Your scars on my body,
Your words in my head,
Bruised and broken
You watched me as I bled.
Peace in my heart,
Fire in my soul,
With the wings that I made
I'll fly away now,
Now that I'm mended,
Now that I'm whole.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
