A heart
filled with love
not seized
broken in pieces
A love
not seen
not taken
wandering around
Phrases
not heard
wishing to come out
kept again
Everything was not a waste.
It was not a waste.
Everytime a heart is broken,
it renews itself more and more perfectly…
Everytime love is not grabbed,
it reborns more and more flawless…
Everytime a phrase is not gotten,
it rewrites itself to fit more perfectly…
Everytime I get hurt or make mistakes,
I become more and more perfect…
…Although they will never be perfect.
That’s the beauty of change.
That’s the essence of life.
1 comentario:
wey se ve todo como que mas gris que antes... pero bueno! !!
solo dire que me quedo con mi duvalin.
no entendi a este ultimo post. que es una rola? que? o que? oqueeeeeeeeee?
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