I cry for my childish heart i was a child and people kept on stepping on that fargile piece of my art, every scar was once a huge bleeding wound inside my bouncing heart the bleeding is slowly drying out and will become the scars i will gently carry in my adult heart till it's time to part from this physical world i do my best to share love instead, "Love" a word and a power i didn't always understand on my own and am still learning, forgive me for my mistakes i made along the way ✨❤️🩸✨