[Unknown Date, 2019]
Forgotten Time.
P.S. An old memory,
Inside my head.
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All my life spent,
Picking up broken pieces of my heart.
That cut my skin deep,
Making my fingers bleed.
But a little piece was left.
And it kept beating,
Somehow on it's own.
Growing, slowly, painfuly.
But it grew.
And this heart,
It became whole again.
YOU ARE READING
Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poetry*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...
