The house where I grew up sits on the edge of a forgotten road, its walls now whispering…
Within the depths of my heart, I am filled with hatred,A dark torrent swirling, relentless and unyielding…
I used to feel shame for being emotionalAnd now I realize it is a giftIt is…
The world stretches before me, a canvas vast and bright, With brush in hand, I’ll paint a future, bold…
The fortress stands strong, but what lies beyond the walls?
Through battles fought and storms endured,Our spirits soar, unyielding and pure.No…
Where love should bloom, a heart searches for solace, refusing to be…
Your touch surpassed all else, yet I fell short.