After a while broken hearts heal ready for love again
Stronger and wiser
With war wounds and stretch marks
Fighting through pain to love again
Memories try to invade the spaces in between the void
Reminders of what was once accepted
But that is no more
All is not lost
The ruins are more beautiful than what was
Tattered hearts still beat
Fearless of betrayal and full of love
Love for self first
Then universal love
Who would have knew that fairytales do exist
And in the end
we save ourselves
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