Heartstrings Poet
When pen meets heartβ¦
they trace the hidden scars of the soul. Every word remembers what the heart cannot speak
Let Me Say It In Poet....
βοΈπΉπ₯πΉ
Your Name Became My Rested Place...
π₯ πΉ π€
There came a day I realized
life was a costume party,
and I had arrived
with my real face.
Some truths make you lonely before they make you free.
This poem is for the ones who chose honesty over belonging, and self-respect over performance.
Not everyone will understand your real face, but the right ones will.
How beautiful it was when osho
"I love a flower so much that instead of plucking it... I left it alone" π₯πΉβ€οΈβπ©Ήπ«
βyou are being called to somewhere greater...πΉ
I see every scar, every tear
I always see you πΉ π«
One Day...
You'll realize you are growing π₯πΉπ€
Without saying a word...
My Heart Still Linger for you π₯πΉ
Your name are written in Constellations π π«
As if the universe already knew... ππ₯πΉ
Among 8.2 billion heartbeats β€οΈ
Mine only answers to yours π πΉπ₯
What comes to your mind..
When France Kafka said... πΉ
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