our hearts are scarred
but scarred hearts are beautiful,
they're not broken...
or maybe they were before.
still they're beating,
for the sake of living.
but i wonder
if our hearts are the ones to decide
whether to heal themselves,
or to not beat anymore.
maybe... just maybe
the pain will stop
if they choose the latter.
Crestfallen
By feminovelist
English | #16 IN POETRY Β© 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_ More