like a doll forgotten in the corner of the room like a bird staring at the ruins of its nest like skies forever gery with no promise of rain I don't know maybe sorrow and I are quietly linked but still I carry hope like a butterfly wrapped in silence waiting for the sun
I belive my heart will bloom again even if only for a fleeting second form somewhere deep within me ִֶָ࣪ 𓏲🦢