What are the consequences of being free? An eternity for being at peace? An eternity to let my mind wonder? An eternity for self reflection? If these are just the mere consequences... I'd take my chances with it.
There are months where it rains constantly... There is peace in that... When its storming around me please be my peace... Calm me down and tell me "This to shall pass..." Stick by my side and ill never leave...
The new year rings in my ear. Its the start of something new. Something so fresh that comes from you. Spread positivity and love. For the day starts and ends with you. On this day we begin anew.
I will write a poem for everyday I have air in my lungs.
I looked at her while tears fell from her face. Droplets after droplets.... Her voice is tired and sore. Her pain and agony is mine now. Its my turn to water her. Watch her grow and flourish. By this time she'll need no one. Only herself.