Daydreaming about sun and stars
Bleeding for all of my unhealed scars
Can't look at me in the eyes
Too afraid to cry
And everything good feels like a distant star
Waiting for my calling but it's way too far
Living to please but misery wants to squeeze
My heart, my heart
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The Rise of A Beating Heart
PoetryA Book filled with poems sewed by my deepest feelings. It's when I began to live for what I write and write what makes me feel alive. The Rise of A Beating Heart is where I exist in each and every line.
