Felt like it.
could have been.
would have been.
isn't.
it's like poetry
a word spoken with
g.r.a.c.e
and
why be afraid?
there is nothing to fear
but fear
itself.
breathe in it's
fragrance of
life
...
a
white
rose
This is about me. I used to cut. A while after I had stopped, I was once considering it... a fierce battle... A white rose showed me beauty and before I knew it I was smiling.
