I regret that first kiss that set flame to my soul. I regret that first touch of pure innocence that made my body yarn for more.
By J. Potter2 years ago in Poets
My brokenness is what makes me beautiful. The hardships, struggles, and pain I carry so proudly now. The tears that were once falling down my face have flourish my heart into something more.
what is home to me? A question I’ve always struggled with. A question that have endless answers. A question that mean so many things to so many different people. I just hope my home resonates with yours.
By J. Potter3 years ago in Poets