I flashback to the days
Where the world was madly blue
In the end, they never say
The way heartbreak fixes you
I wish I could tell myself
All those years ago
When I was desperate and broken
It's okay to just let go
It taught me that I, too
Was human like everyone else
And that when things went wrong
It wasn't right to destroy myself
It still hurts even now
Echoes in the middle of the night
But I hold on, eyes on the horizon
Waiting for the morning light
And that's another thing it taught me
That even though good things come to an end
If we love ourselves and everything else
The sun will always rise again
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
