Once I read that it's okay to taste your own tears, after all, salt water has a funny way of healing all wounds.
So today in the shower I did just that to heal me, to heal my wounds.
See I didn't really need to.
But I remembered you, your words, lies, deceit and cheating.
Suddenly they were flowing, quickly out of my eyes.
I guess they took pity on me
And knew that I needed to cry.
Needed to heal the ghastly wound.
So yeah I tasted them.
Holding an ocean of pain in a tiny droplet.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
