Come and see
this wounded
heart of mine.
I am not
playing
hide and seek,
anymore.
This rolling
heart of mine
is exposed
like an irreversible harm
onto a soil,
spoiled
desolated,
consumed
by a rain
evoking promises.
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“I write what I couldn’t tell anyone”. writer. poet, observer. Relationship. Parenting. Personal Growth. Enchanted with life. Thin Skin/amazon.com
