Hiva Hosseini 🔈
In the manner of Rupi Kaur.
If the cracks in my heart bloomed flowers
Crawling their way out of the depths of heartache
All that sorrow was beautiful in the end
What if the flowers bloom so eloquently as your memory fades
Letting time heal the scars that are now replaced
What if the flowers start to bend
When distractions run their course
Was it water she lacked
Or was it hearing your voice once more?
About the Author
Hiva Hosseini works as a biomedical engineer.