“I’m broken.”
She said.
“I’m hurt. Afraid.”
He looked into her eyes,
those beautiful eyes
that made the stars jealous
of the way they
shone
and said
“I’ve never met
a strong person
with an easy past.”
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“I’m broken.”
She said.
“I’m hurt. Afraid.”
He looked into her eyes,
those beautiful eyes
that made the stars jealous
of the way they
shone
and said
“I’ve never met
a strong person
with an easy past.”
Indeed our past makes us strong, like this piece
100% true
I love this so much! So beautiful and full of meaning.
Thank you!
So true and beautifully written.
Thank you 🙂
The eyes that get sharpened by tears, often turn into buttons or crystals. All that glitters is not gold. That might be a fractured soul.
Given the right kind of light, even the buttons can shine as crystals