Forward from: Comfort zone
It was not the human,
but the ache beneath the skin,
a soul that whispered softly,
wanting to be seen.
Life shatters the hearts,
like a storm, shaking trees.
A human soul is bright—
all it needs is to be seen.
Random piece of poetry
but the ache beneath the skin,
a soul that whispered softly,
wanting to be seen.
Life shatters the hearts,
like a storm, shaking trees.
A human soul is bright—
all it needs is to be seen.
Random piece of poetry