I know it hurts now
But the wounds you collect will one day paint a bigger picture
Your body is a canvas and your scars are the paint that drips down from it
Never paint them black
For the darkest of colors could never rid them
They will always be there
Underneath your fragile canvas
Made up of hidden secrets and
forgotten love stories
You store your emotions in your fist
And release them as the mirror shatters
But through the cracks and broken glass I can still see your worth
And you are worth so much more than what your mind told you
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Words
AcakThis is a collection of poems. All are written by me and the photos are my own. Hope you like <3
