Here's to the girl who is worn-out by the waves of life. Who is always jumping off the cliff but still chooses to fly before the crash. Thank you for trying your best to smile while clothed with bruises you caught just by being strong. I know you are tired; we all are. But you are a tsunami compared to the waves, you can crash them all. Remember, there's nothing more beautiful than the person who is pierced with thorns but still manage to grow a rose.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
