I was thinking about what you are to me.
How would I draw you, what would you be.
You'd be a bird.
But not just an ordinary, typical that everyone knows.
You'd be a beautiful, black bird with three wings and a heart that's torn.
Beautiful because you are.
Your flaws are the most perfect out of all.
Black because you are.
Your eyes, your soul, they own this color the most.
Three winged because you are.
Something new I've discovered for the very first time.
Heart torned because you are.
These people who torn it are gone and I want you to know that I'll try and try until it's whole.
-Tereza Balatkova
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
I was thinking about what you are to me.
How would I draw you, what would you be.
You'd be a bird.
But not just an ordinary, typical that everyone knows.
You'd be a beautiful, black bird with three wings and a heart that's torn.
Beautiful because you are.
Your flaws are the most perfect out of all.
Black because you are.
Your eyes, your soul, they own this color the most.
Three winged because you are.
Something new I've discovered for the very first time.
Heart torned because you are.
These people who torn it are gone and I want you to know that I'll try and try until it's whole.
-Tereza Balatkova
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