Expect me to be standing at the front door of your heart, knocking to see if any feelings are there. Hoping to find warmth in the flame glowing within your eyes. I'll stand in the cold, the rain, and the snow hoping for you to glance my way. Here is my resolve. To live and die with you by my side. Please grant me this one last wish, be forever mine with this one last kiss.

The placenent of fatigue is an adorable yet human error of content.

Sometimes you have to walk through fire to prevent from getting burnt.

I was written off before I was born. My mother didn't want me. I was a mistake. An accident like black coffee spilled on suit. I became a stain that couldn't be wash. I felt the neglect in the womb. I was all alone. But I born and raised well by the woman who I thought considered me accidental. She wasn't ashamed of me. She was frighten that she couldn't protect me. And here I am dead in the streets by the police who couldn't protect me either.

I started chasing my dreams. I woke up and you wasn't there.

Everything is replaceable.  Even love.

Words and sounds are connected to the images seen

The eyes tell tales before tongue hisses

The December child walks bare to the unknown roads foreseen

The wit of the mind does not mind the matter

And what does, does not matter

Perception limns a breakage at intervals

Everything is blurred after a dream

Even family.