tihe glow even shined through my scars, so bright there’s no scars to be found anymore.s had the light of love glowing through my eyes, my eyes that were so used to sorrow.
omehow you made them fit just right.
We'll see on this one though, i mostly use poetry as my catharsis outlet on my own time and I usually find posting catharsis art broadly to be a little whiny and childish and/or just kinda worse than stuff you make out of a real dedication.
TWhere isIhat are your eyes trying to tell me?
A might simply surrender completely.
Afraid that one day
Ilready wounded by you,
W sit here holding my heart,
Ohat can I say about your little ways?
h, you beautiful troublemaker,