Strange how we decorate our pain with peonies and our suffering with daffodils. A bouquet for your sacrifice. And a rose garden for your breaking, beating heart. Tell me when did you realize that pain and beauty were synonymous with forgiveness and love. Take my heart and hold it close to yours. Wrap it in… Continue reading Offer me flowers – A Poem
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Before you go – poem
Before you go, Tell me where To put my heart. And if you leave Tell me where To put my memories. And if I stay, Tell me how To keep breathing.
Jona Nightingale 