Love hurts, love heals.
They call it scars which you inflict upon my skin.
But we know they are fresh daisy seeds sown by the finest hands to bloom into a better me.
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Raindrops | Poetry
PoetrySitting under the rain, hoping to drown in things other than my thoughts. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Also read 'Mixtape', under my profile. Cover by Simran, @SweetSimu #itsnotaphase Highest Ranking: #9 in POETRY as of 27/04/2018 (when...
