I
t hurts.
But I know it will heal.
The bruises on my heart will fade.
Blue turns into purple.
Purple into yellow.
Yellow into green.
And then, it will be gone for good.
Only a vivid memory of it will be kept alive.
And eventually fade too.
I
t hurts.
But I know it will heal.
The bruises on my heart will fade.
Blue turns into purple.
Purple into yellow.
Yellow into green.
And then, it will be gone for good.
Only a vivid memory of it will be kept alive.
And eventually fade too.
