I weep as often as I laugh
not from sorrow, nor from joy,
but because the world hums,
and I refuse to be deaf to it.

I wish i was a poet,
so i could immortalize your beauty in words.
But I’m afraid they would be too insignificant to describe you —
the perfect, flawed being you are.

My love, I wish I was a poet,
so I could whisk you away
to my castle of make believe.

I wish I was a poet,
because then I could hold you.
I would tell you of the places
where shooting stars have visited,
and we would whisper our dreams
to be carried along by them.

Together, we would draw our own constellations
and carve our signatures on the world,
marking that our existence
was but a ripple in time.

-coco

We live moment by moment
Time after time,
Allotted to us one day after day
Until you’ll surely find
Time slipping away slowly
And before you know it,
It’s gone!

We are appointed to die
God says so and it’s His rule.
This something one can’t deny
For you have to know like you’re in school
The lessons of life being applied
Even times like these.

We continue to live moment by moment
By the grace of God,
We are living in this world
Moment by moment in time.

We live moment by moment,
Time after time
Only allotted to us one day at a time.

Like a child
you sleep
worriless and innocent
fist under cheek
breathing sweet
baby's breath.

I look at you,
and you are twelve again,
before time took her from you
before he betrayed you
and I only wish you
this peace.

My tears
can't save you
but I hold you near
in them
like a child.

In the heart,  
Grievances take root,  
Tangled vines of resentment.  
But forgiveness,  
A gentle gardener,  
Unwinds those tendrils,  
Releases the thorns,  
From both the wounded  
And the wounder.

A breath, deeper than any before,  
Fills the soul,  
As anger dissipates like morning mist.  
Eyes that once burned with ire,  
Now softened by understanding,  
Find peace in letting go.

The forgiver, unburdened,  
Feels a weight lift,  
An invisible chain broken.  
In the act of releasing,  
Their own spirit soars,  
Freed from the grip of past pain.  

Steps lighter, smiles brighter,  
For in relinquishing the past,  
They reclaim the present,  
And hope blooms anew.

The forgiven, too, feel the touch,  
Of compassion’s tender hand,  
But it is the one who forgives,  
Who finds the greatest relief,  
The most profound freedom.

Forgiveness, a quiet act of courage,  
Transforms hearts,  
Heals unseen wounds,  
And weaves a tapestry,  
Of newfound peace.