Here's to hearts, The ones which are lost, Falling apart. Here's to the souls, The ones who are hurt, Fighting the cold. The storms shall end, The dawn shall break, Thorns pricked, But roses await. -Jovina
Be so kind that, their cynicism is strangled, their happiness is disentangled; their souls are set free. Be so kind that, they burst into smiles, and somehow in a while, their hearts stop to bleed. -Jovina