Perhaps I'm good at mending people's hearts and not my own, seeing the good in people and never finding someone to see the good in me.
perhaps I'm too kind, just perhaps, that makes me still tender at heart
perhaps that's the reason my heart has never grown, because I'm always running, running from my heart to people's hearts because mine nolonger feels like a home.Call me a refugee.
I'm sorry, sorry for the people I've hurt on my journey growing up, sorry for the broken hearing, for the hearts I rented but never met in person, sorry for the broken promises, sorry for the death of our love,
what if it was planned to help you mature, maybe you owe me for that,
Perhaps you needed me to grow, but I have never grown,I'm always running.
I don't know about my future, but I know it's safe,I handed it to the one above to run it.
Ain't regretting but concerned, perhaps it's the only way to make you understand that I have no grudge but I'm now a grown woman
@sheila
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