Snow flakes my window.
Pain swallows whole flowerbeds.
Here, awaiting death.
About the Creator
The Mercy of Walking Away
Too often, we love so intensely that we forget we also deserve to be treated well. Repeated concessions are not born from a lack of principles, but rather from the belief that if we just endure a little longer, or give a little more, the relationship will finally improve.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 days ago in Poets
Boundless
A geographical map could take you there. To the places I've been, to the sights I've seen, to the landscapes I've climbed. But no compass could point you in the direction of my memories. To the experiences I've lived, to the happiness I've felt, to the wonder I've held so close to my heart.
By Alyssa Musso5 days ago in Writers
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