Just as cuts become scars, my heart wont heal too before it was hurt. If you were to witness my h...
Just as cuts become scars, my heart wont heal too before it was hurt. If you were to witness my heart, you’d see it walks with a limp, wears an eyepatch, and is deaf in one ear. It still loves dearly. It just moves slower, doesn’t believe all it sees, nor fully trusts words spoken by other’s hearts