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Waiting To Rise

Waiting To Rise

  We are teardrops and wishes, a trail of whispers trapped in glass jars We call ourselves unbreakable, but there are cracks in our fragile hearts, and those memories the ones we pretend don’t exist, are simply waiting for resurrection They live in those...
Packed Away

Packed Away

Head bowed, she folds in on herself, so skillfully tucking every emotion away. She hides her true feelings, storing them, like luggage, for another time and place. She packs up all sentiment, every breath of whispered words and every hope that you’ll stay....