by 38 members and 83 followers “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
He opened his arms, like a catchment for rain, took their tiny fear nurtured them for many years, melting moments huddled with love, candy hearts made out of tears.
I’m having trouble With communication I talk far too much In all my relations... All I’m really looking for Is instant gratification I long for home but My heart Seem to be On a vacation... I realize This is all just Broken Poetic contemplation... ................................................