Some wounds don't heal
It's been a while. Here's something I penned down a few nights ago when words came to me while I least expected them to.
This one's for the unsure creators.
If I were you, I'd rerhink. It inflicts an everlasting torment on all you hold near and dear.
Of vulnerabilities and hard hardheartedness.
Sometimes we just forget to taste our words before we spit them out.
Tough times don't last. Tough people do. Remember that. Lots of Love.
This is one of those poetries I chose to re-post from my old blog because I think they deserve to be read.