When I met you I never would have dreamed, that I could fall and feel as fast as I did Your heart was an open shell cracked, broken, echoing within as I whispered to you let me in Your head so filled with desires, dreams, hopes your happiness mine your love my love It broke me inside when realising how deep I loved you knowing we could never have, dreams filled I cut myself open to bare my soul admitting to a love so deep and pure I feared losing you in all ways fearing you'd walk away, leaving me in abyss covered in rubble and clay Then you opened your heart found words of truth and wisdoms setting me free My heart remains yours maybe it always will through this all I'll always know, only truths have passed between, you and me.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” Sylvia Plath