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, youβd see it walks with a limp, wears an eyepatch, and is deaf in one ear. It still loves dearly. It just moves slower, doesnβt believe all it sees, nor fully trusts words spoken by otherβs hearts