Hearts have been torn,
Broken to pieces,
Crushed.
Some by me,
Often my own.
But wounds heal,
Turn to scars.
Scars soaked with tears.
Slowly,
I learned to embrace them
Wear 'em with pride.
From them,
I sprout wings,
Let my love soar,
Boundless.
I set my heart free
To fly
To love
To learn
To grow
To trust
To let in the love of others
To finally love myself
To love
Love
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoesíaA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
