'spring'
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Sunshine gleams
and warms my scar covered arms,
and my scar covered insides.
The soothing warm breeze leaves gentle kisses
on my broken body,
and my broken heart.
I DONT TRUST THE SPRING
CANT DECIDE IF ITS HOT
OR ICE COLD
SUCH LIFE, SUCH FLOWERS.
RED EYES WIERD DREAMS
NEW BEGININGS
UNTOUCHED VALLEYS
OF DARKNESS
HOLDING ON TO THE DECAY
greeted by light i entered this world
content with a brightness i never questioned.
the darkness was anger, loss and hurt,
those things i’ve been taught to fear.
