Sometimes we love too easily just because we're mere lonely
But the truth is we're enough to find happiness
Perhaps not at this very moment but someday we will—
and that day will be the humblest sensation,
Sufficing our yearning existence
Although we are lost and still breaking
But the thing about life is wholly this—
Before we heal we need to be wounded
Because that's healing and we cannot diminish the fact that healing takes place after having skinned-knees—
nonetheless, how I wish this pace is just as easy as loving you.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoesíaLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
