Life asked me to come back.
But was that possible?
When my birds had already
Found their distinct ways
When my scars had already
Lost their meaning
How could I come back?
When I am not the person
I was before.
When my blood isn't the same
Anymore.
YOU ARE READING
𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌
PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells
