Each day was a progress
towards healing these scars
That bleed earlier
turned purple with time
Found new perfection in them
-M
A/n: Everyday is a new day to learn something new. So keep flying high :)
YOU ARE READING
Lost Words
PoesiaWhen it gets heavy just cry it out and don't give up on yourself. Poems and 2 am musings. *warning* some chapters might trigger your mental health. Read at your own risk.
