I pack all my memories,
the good on top of the bad,
in a suitcase set aside
by my front door
for the dream that
someone will make it
across the war zone
of my violent insecurities,
stepping into my haven.
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Love x Stitches
PoetryBetween the fairy tales and tragedies blooms love, best in the face of adversity to revive a purpose lost to jealousy, concealed by a trust of faithful blindness, and not always ending in happily ever after. [ : : : ] A collection of poetry...
