When the corner of her lips reach for her ears
Her aura radiates unto my soul with bliss
And with each word that exits her lips,
She caresses my spine with chills.
With every word she spoke with fire in her eyes, she sure could sing.
To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy.
Is the same as to love and not feel.
Without love, whilst being in love, to die alone.
Without hope, without a smile on your lips.
Without the one person that you have loved your entire life since the day you met them.
To die in tragedy,
Is to die without wiping her tears away with your thumb as you cheer her up after she's had a bad day.
Is to never put that one strand of hair behind her ear and smile into her beautiful eyes.
Is to die without telling her that you love her everyday.
Is to die without the chance to make her happy
Made for whispers and peculiar things
Slight breeze hums over trickling waters
Vines reaching for their piece of Sun
A single auburn rose
Not afraid of different
A wooden swing hung from the lilac tree
Moving to the beat of the wind
Giggles formed from the years spent
A plutherea of delightful times
A whist is heard
A cascading leaf?
Or a faery bride
Promenading down a pebble isle?
How would you know if you had not watched and listened?
At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you whose eyes
Shall behold God and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace
When we are there; here on this lowly ground
Teach me how to repent; for that's as good
As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood.
I like the way your freckles are mapless stars and
I like the way you look at me as if the world is only ours and
I like the way your shoulder trembles and
I like the way you would protect me from boulders
I like the way you grab my hand and
I like the way I imagine us on the beach (with sand) and
I like the way your mouth tastes and
I like the way you know everything and it's bastes
I like the way you look at me and
I like the way we are going to be and
I like the way you hold me close and
I like the way you let me be (as I am)
I like the way you smell and
I like the way you offer to walk through hell (for me) and
I like the way you keep choosing me even when it will get hard and
I like the way when I seemed all bared (up)
But you went for it,
And I like everything about you the most
Everybody has problems.
Some people just hide their crap better than others,
But people aren't going to look at you and run away.
They're going to look at you and think that you're brave and that you're strong.
And you are,
You are brave and strong.
Little by little,
Time brings several things into view.
One day this will all make sense.
You just have to STAY STRONG.