“A heart that bleeds instead of beats in thousands of broken bits - pick one up and the sharp shard scrapes your hand; the cut may be gone in the same instant, but you never heal. I never heal.” — Martha Kowalski Copy Share Image
“My heart lies now as a rose, trampled on the ground, leaves limp, petals bleeding a red stain that will never wash off.” — Martha Kowalski Copy Share Image
“A heart that bleeds instead of beats in thousands of broken bits - pick one up and the sharp shard scrapes your hand; the… — Martha Kowalski Copy Share Image
“My heart lies now as a rose, trampled on the ground, leaves limp, petals bleeding a red stain that will never wash off.” — Martha Kowalski Copy Share Image
