Love hurts, love heals.
They call it scars which you inflict upon my skin.
But we know they are fresh daisy seeds sown by the finest hands to bloom into a better me.
Sitting under the rain, hoping to drown in things other than my thoughts. [ collection of poems, musings and... More
Love hurts, love heals.
They call it scars which you inflict upon my skin.
But we know they are fresh daisy seeds sown by the finest hands to bloom into a better me.