Why do you want to love and be loved?
Either hurt or heal.
As my heart and mind searched for answers to these questions, I got my mind out of the way and asked my heart for the answers to these questions. All feelings that could be hurt or healed were in the walls of the heart.
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I put my right hand on my left chest and speak, my heart speaks. who hurt you
I've seen you writhe primarily for love.
But the face in the mirror was mine
The reflection of the robe of sorrow you have put on my heart is the vengeful line of ruthlessness on my face.To my students, the sadness of a life toiled in the lonely depths beneath the great rubble I had a story.
I have always believed that loving and being loved is good for the soul, rejuvenates the mind and opens the door to peace. Until you knock on my heart's door.
I will never forget the day you came. You had a childlike innocence and your heart watched as it touched my wounds.I was caught up in the rainbow of your smile. How could I know that you blackened my color? We were so different, polar opposites.
You love to be funny, and my heart that wasn't laughing laughed and joined your laughter.I've always called you my sad bird. I always called you the one who makes my heart smile, not my face. How could I have known that the thrush would break my wings and poison my essence? I preferred being melancholic.
I have always said that poetry is my home and that I don't like reading it. You said "I'm depressed, you're driving me down" over and over and I thought deeply and fought myself for making you upset.
I wondered if I wasn't the woman I love.
We had nothing in common. So for a long time, I was unable to speak or empathize. Whenever I try to read your wounds and touch your heart.
And you say, "No, it's not."
You were afraid to read pain. Feelings of the heart were a weakness to you. I always knew you were afraid of losing love. It was your eyes that drew me to you. I saw in your appearance that you bore childhood scars similar to mine.I knew you didn't like sorrow. My clothes smelled of sorrow and my hair was full of screams. If you had tried to understand me, touched me, and endured me like an ointment, the wounds of my two children would have smiled. The words I said to you must have been filtered through my heart's filter
can it break
do i get hurt
When I was doing backflips and I was thinking about such a set.
now i'm asking you in me
what did you do You broke my patience with your rude words, insulting sentences, and your actions. You made my patience cry.
You create my wounds and my loneliness haunts me.
Also, in my reproachful words to you
make you angry
i thought i hurt you
The whole city would collapse in my mind.
But you didn't see it, you didn't know it. I have always loved myself and melted away every day.
