HealingHealingHealing
When tragedy hits, You're not the same person again. Your heart has been ripped out of your chest, Making it bleed and hurt more inside. For days, you lay in bed, Motionless, Not hungry, Tears constantly coming out, And wishing that you could turn back time
To the way it was Before the world came down Crashing on you, Leaving you with the most painful feeling That you want to disappear. Then one day, it becomes clear To you that maybe it was meant to happen For a reason. God wanted you to know that He has a plan Fo
Ghosts of My PastGhosts of My PastGhosts of My Past
Life is full of pasts, presents, and futures. I have those three But one of them haunts me the most. My past has ghosts Who haunt me everyday. They bring me back bad memories That have scarred me emotionally. There are regrets that made me Pay the price for my consequences. People have hurt me physically or mentally That I lost my trust in some of them. A series of broken hearts have resulted In putting a lock on my heart And gluing it back together. No matter how hard I try to escape, Those ghosts find a way to me. T
An Illusional FairytaleAs a child, you remember reading fairy tales And you would fantasize about meeting your Prince Charming. You were poisoned by your stepmother, Put to sleep and was awakened by a kiss. You pricked your finger, sending you Into a deep sleep that lasted a hundred years Before you were finally awakened by a kiss too. There was a frog who wasn't exactly your type But you still loved him enough To give him a kiss that would turn him into a prince. You lost a shoe on the stairs While running away to beat the time Before the magic would wear off. There was a beast who you lAn Illusional Fairytale
The Faceless GirlWhen you look at a crowd Of people, you see all the faces But you notice a girl With long flowing black hair And her skin is white as snow. You walk towards her. The minute you get a close look, You're taken by surprise. Her face isn't there. She stands before you, So pure and standing still With the wind blowing her hair. You reach your hand out to her. She steps back and turns around To start walking away. You're puzzled. Something tells you to go after her And you run up behind her. She stops to turn her head at you, Then she hThe Faceless Girl
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