#newhearts

[wavyinstincts]

Tidy Minds

The soft voices; those harsh words, of with each piercing sound, pieces of my heart broke, hurting with each scattered echo, enduring till it hit the ground..,

Debris scaling off; doubts opening up, distrust emptying into a void, of with each drop, my happiness resurfaced, remodeling, till i’m clutter free.

-Mina. J