It's like no matter what I do,
I always end up
Running back to you.
I heard that
Old habits die hard.
Even when I've been
Thoroughly hurt and scarred.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
