She was asked, To choose the tall, dark and handsome. But she preferred The beautiful, sassy and charming.
Since it's pride month. I thought I should write one about it and extend my support to the entire LGBT community. Love who you want. Don't let others tell you what to do.
patience? No more. Wait? Killing me. Love? Tempting me. Pressure? Burdening me. In the end, it's all the same, For nothing makes sense. Our little shred of happiness? Taken away. For what? Something ineffable.
Sometimes, you don't or rather you can't scream even when you want to.
It was his birthday, His phone rang 60 times as messages flooded his folder. But non of them made turned his frown upside down, The way one text from her did. For that text completed the two, Who were scared of letting go.
Happiness is a rare thing to find. Sometimes you find it in these little things.