"The air feels softer now. The trees are tired of holding on. And somewhere between the fading sunsets and the longer nights, my heart learns how to let go too."
Iβd bleed soft poems in the night,
If that would bring your soul to light.
Each whispered word,
a silent roleβ
To share with you my quiet soul.
Swati....ποΈ
" When people don't express themselves, They die in pieces at times.
They lose a piece of themselves daily. And You'd be shocked to know How many adults are really dead inside-Walking through their day's in life With No idea who they are, And how they will survive.