People always think of my heart as a museum of broken things. So they start to visit, wander for a while, but they never stay. Never.
They just decide that it isn't worth it to gaze at the exhibits I place right here, because once they stare and extend far down the surface, they begin to realize that my heart is just pretending to look like art.
That was when I noticed that people never preferred fragments. They like it whole. They like it fixed.
But I was never that type of person.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesíaYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
