Art of Heart

When my heart bled, I took a pen and a pad;
I turned my pain to strokes of ink, and, o’,
Look what we made! It’s the beauty of art.

When my mind felt like it was falling apart,
I held out my hands and made a promise:
Forever, we stick together, even in pieces.

I love my life, as dark and cold as it has been;
I look to the past and a future as obscure,
I will live with gladness, for the sun and moon.

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Photo by Noah Buscher on Unsplash

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