Digital drawing · doodle · Life · Line art · Personal · poetry · reflective

NmV #00.a3

I found an old pen,

I tried writing with it,

It found my heart.

My love flowed from its ink.

My heart knew what my mind couldn’t see.

With all of its ink dried.

What I read out,

The words were not mine,

It said,

 “Love again,

But not people,

Love again,

Not a person.

Love again,

Not yourself.

Love again,

Only the one you know.

Love your own better self,

Love the bitterness of self,

Only then to enjoy what love means,

Only then to love everything and everyone.”





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