*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.
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It is often more said, than understood, That happiness can't be felt, When a broken heart grieves.
Yet, when I'm holding onto him, Feeling his warmth, Watching a sunset. He blends with the beauty, Of the sky above, And of the cool wind.
His simple touch is sheer bliss. His smile triggring the Candle of hope inside, To lit and flicker, To come alive.
His silence is felt, A perfect melody, A delightful music to hear, And him being so near.
He is my happiness, Perfect and pure, Full of innocence. A dream come true.
He is all I need, To flash a smile, To push any negative Thought away, To not wish to fly away.
I have been wishing, To grow wings. So I could fly away From pain, Wild and free.
But holding him on my lap, I thought, I didn't need wings to fly, Or to feel the cool wind To feel alive. He was every inch Of happiness, That I wanted inside,
In my heart, Wrapped around it. Full of comfort, And peace.
