risa story

but my wings are made from imperfect me..

for feelings.. places agree to be their keepers..

i listen to these spoken and unspoken stories.. ego and hearts.. be sensitive and vulnerable.. i do learn

shattered by my false promises.. molded by mistakes and beautified by understanding not judge but listening to my stories and ours.. from the bottom of my heart.. i learn again to promise.. with the braveness of my humanity and to say.. ...i love you...