All those comforting words,
They wrap themselves around my skin,
Like to thick velvety blanket,
Soft to touch,
Comforting.
And I heal slowly with each one,
Abit more with the next.
Slowly somehow,
I'm healing.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry She Wrote. ✔
Poetry- Poems by a twelve years old / written in 2016 - - - - There are a million poetry written, of all sort. This book holds poetry, that was written for a girl. A stranger, created in ones mind, hidden from...
