Showers.I never really thought much about Showers
But now it's all I ponder on
I stay in the bathroom
Using it, till my skin pruneIt's like my safe world
No one can get me there
Within the four corners of the bathroom
I like to think I'm safeIn there, I think, I smile
In there, I laugh, I cry
In there, I break down
In there, I piece my self back togetherIn there, I let my walls down
In there, I build it back up, again
The shower is my safe zone
But, for how long?._______ ellie a. o.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...