Heart of Glass
PAYBACK Punkte
8 °P sammeln!
i stand there plucking all my thorns, the wildflowers bloomed from my scars i collected the red ink dripping from my pricked fingers and wrote a symphony for the one who has lost it all the one who knows it all, the one who is my inner child and the hymn of girlhood... This little book is an ode to all the dreaming souls who found their solace in ink stained sheets, and peace on pages, who scribble on the stars, wishing on fireflies thinking they are shooting stars. A collection of the whirlwind of her love, laugh, pain, hurting, sorrows of her past years, her happiness and tears in shape of w...
i stand there plucking all my thorns, the wildflowers bloomed from my scars i collected the red ink dripping from my pricked fingers and wrote a symphony for the one who has lost it all the one who knows it all, the one who is my inner child and the hymn of girlhood... This little book is an ode to all the dreaming souls who found their solace in ink stained sheets, and peace on pages, who scribble on the stars, wishing on fireflies thinking they are shooting stars. A collection of the whirlwind of her love, laugh, pain, hurting, sorrows of her past years, her happiness and tears in shape of words. All the unsung emotions she pourd on a paper. this little book is her heart, hold it with care, it has a lot to give
