Poems Poem #194 April 27, 2019by lunaiswriting I hate the way you made me feel the most extraordinary things just to end up writing poems on a tear-stained paper. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Reblogged this on Jonathan Hobdell and commented: These heartscars we wear Are battle wounds. Perhaps we didn’t win, But we fought…and here we stand. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
I feel these words so deeply that it made my chest hurt 😢 This is beautiful 💔 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Reblogged this on Jonathan Hobdell and commented:
These heartscars we wear
Are battle wounds.
Perhaps we didn’t win,
But we fought…and here we stand.
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Superb
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Thank you 😊
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We must forver write it down, don’t we? Writing through tears.
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Truly poignant – great work!
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So many times 😪
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I feel these words so deeply that it made my chest hurt 😢 This is beautiful 💔
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