If you would only let me, I would turn your scars into beautiful paintings of flowers, I would kiss those complains away and I would caress those remaining insecurities to whispers of compliments and self-love. We lay in bed and I sing you lullabies, we slumber through the night with warmth in our hearts.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
