The delicate texture of the rose is comforting until the finger accidentally touched its thorn. The wound is healed but the scar remains. Roses kept blooming; yet, the past still lingers. The finger misses the touch but the heart is scared. When again will the heart open and be free like before?
Im just an amateur writer painting the voice of my soul~~~
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AMISHINX
Sep 19, 2018 02:34AM
"If this night is not foreverAt least we are togetherI know I'm not aloneI know I'm not aloneAnywhere, wheneverApart, but still togetherI know I'm not aloneI know I'm not alone"~Alone by Alan...View all Conversations
Story by 亜美真
Painting of the Soul
∞ A compilation of different kind poems created when I'm bored. ∞
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