It's the broken pieces that make a puzzle
It's through the cracks that we discover
What lies below the surface,
The hidden treasure wrapped in perfection
When you didn't know this kind of affection
Of being stripped bare
Without a choice to care,
When you can't help but be loved
When you can't help but be healed
When you finally trust love
And you lose all fear.
- Author: anabasova ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2025 19:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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