After everything,
I still want softness.
I still want laughter.
I still want someone
who makes ordinary moments
feel worth remembering.
The world taught me
to expect storms.
But my heart
still searches
for sunlight.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
After everything,
I still want softness.
I still want laughter.
I still want someone
who makes ordinary moments
feel worth remembering.
The world taught me
to expect storms.
But my heart
still searches
for sunlight.
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