sometimes i would meet the nicest person i knew. she would always listen to my every chatter, no matter big or small. she would look deeply into my eyes, treasuring its deepest realm. another universe i never knew existed. some other time she would came support my heavy shoulders when i think i've no shoulder to lean on. hug me tight, and whispers sweet nothing. in other case, when i feel devastated and broke and weary she would run to me and calm me down, like a loving sister. she then would talk to me, to that bitch inside me. that it's okay to feel bad. it is all normal. but there's no way such beautiful eyes shed so many tears. she would held my chin high and return that part of me.
wanna meet her?
go walk to the mirror
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Jardin de Fleurs (Flower Garden)
PoesiaA series of unconfessed emotions. Because life is just like a flower garden, it offers various path with their own colours, size, scents, even thistles and thorns. Sometimes we just need to sit, clear our mind a bit and be thankful to God for today'...
