"Come inside this heart of mine,
feel the beat to the poets rhyme,
words they tumble, spilling pain,
tales of woe or love, again."
Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
She could see sunlight on the horizon the long dark night of loneliness looked like an end in sight.
Desperate tears dried upon her skin familiar feelings of warmth, within butterfly emotions fluttered and flew this one was different deep down she knew.
She allowed her heart to open wide no longer feeling sadness fill up inside a new chapter to write in this book called life allowing her to feel like she could come alive.
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