If life is a question mark, then you, my love, are the proud and bold period that is typed with certainty.
You were my butterfly The reason I felt high It was something i’ve been wanted to try I felt new, I didn’t ask why . It’s been a while Miss that moment of first hi Your persistence made me shy Been a while. Do I sense goodbye?
Never are/ Never were We, is not in dictionary // Is it my logic/ Is it my heart Or should i go with what i wanted it to be
“Much of your pain is self-chosen…” Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life,... Continue Reading →