Wounds of the heart take longest to heal.
Because of them,
Around my heart I put a seal.
I cried my self to sleep.
With teary eyes I thought,
Noone would love me for me.
But finally the time came.
When I woke up,
And was ready to love again.
P.S: I leave this poem for my older self to find someday. I'm sure some day you'll find someone who loves you for being you. Some one you trust enough to let the walls, you've built around yourself, down.
Love,
your younger self. (I have always loved you the most)
