he puts his palms
over my scars
and they soften
skin stitching together
over open wounds
everything is temporary
and i used to feel hopeless
in truth,
i am hopeless at a lot of things
but i can write
and love
i may know nothing else
but i will write
and love
and write of love.
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Author:
Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 28th, 2023 08:19
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Short and sweet and clear. I really like this one
thank you! 💓
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