The skies are clear now,
They dont rain anymore,
There is pleasant sunlight,
Now that I'm my sun,
Everyone does the same,
You were nothing new,
Old leaves have to go ,
For new ones to come.
~healing might be something you think you'll never achieve,
Until one day the wounds won't hurt anymore ,
And you'll realise you were much stronger than those wounds.till then enjoy the essence of pain?! Idk I'm dumb.
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YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
PoetryIt was painfully worded , And beautifully read , The things that were written, Were those never said.
