A sad tune plays in my heart,
Winter resides there,
She refuses to leave,
She says that my heart feels like home.
Broken furniture lie in my heart,
They have been there for quite sometime now,
I haven't found a carpenter to fix it yet.
The sun is terrified of my heart,
So the night guards that place for now,
The stars and the moon have refused to collaborate with the night,
And so it's hard to find my way ,
To get back home.
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Forest OF Thoughts
PoetryYou can get lost in a forest but you can also find peace. You can get hurt or you can make the decision to find your way out of that forest. Join me through this journey of losing yourself, finding yourself, breaking yourself and finally healing...
