Treat your pain like dough. You have to touch it. Toil with it. Stretch it, test it, discover what lies beneath it. All until you finally mould it into something beautiful.
falling in love
I’m a mess of a beautiful portrait An illustration of what could have been A collection of stolen secrets A chest of forgotten dreams I’m a woman without a cause A story no one wants to tell I am images of whispers Exchanged between heaven and hell I am a