Many
          footprints
                          on my heart
                                               yet
                                                    yours
   ­                                                          more apparent

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Shell ✨🐚

and what if your name is made to make my heart race
but what if it is meant to stop racing one day?
what if you are meant to make me smile
but only for a little while?
are you meant to drown in my blue eyes
but then miraculously survive?
we are meant to kiss but only for so long
when will your hand in mine feel wrong?
and i know we are meant to be lovers
but love isn't simply enough for forever
we would inspire writers and become legendary
but too often legends are temporary
what if we are meant to last?
what if you are my future, present, and past?
maybe it will work through God alone
maybe your eyes will be the ones our kids know
maybe we are in love and we'll stay in love
maybe loving each other will be enough.

When it rains
Little branches get wet
And droplets form on them
Not falling
Just waiting to drop
Some want it
Want to fall to this puddle from which there is no return
And some love it up there

They will drop though
That's for sure

Will they be shaken accidentally by a girl taking a walk?
Will the water build up so much
And they aren't strong enough?
Will they evaporate?

They will all fall
Eventually

Is that comforting?
Sad?
Is it crazy?

Nix liquefactum est,
Venit usque in gramina.
Capulus et sugar,
Tu, me, et ver.

There is no schism,
no gulf between the winter, fall, and spring
there is a reason for every season,
each takes the best
then adds to what the others bring

Our hearts carry words, and words carry meaning,
Behind every meaning, there’s a feeling,
Sometimes they heal, sometimes they wound,
Sometimes they’re spoken, sometimes buried.
Yet no matter where they linger or hide,
They shape, they matter, they cannot be denied.

Feelings create words,
Words are said, but sometimes they’re kept,
Sometimes they bring relief, sometimes they bring regret instead,
But what can we do once they’re out?

Words and feelings are always entwined,
Both can soothe, both can sting in kind.
It’s not the words alone that decide their weight,
But the tone, the moment, the meaning we create.

So how do you know what they made you feel?
Look to your heart’s quiet response – there lies what’s real.