I always seem to love the broken things
But they're always too broken to love me
They trade that love for the chaos inside their heads
They see me screaming
But they can't hear
It's ike they're gone, but they're still here
Far away, but still near
-MissRoub
STAI LEGGENDO
Growth
PoesiaGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
