Only the strong can be pierced by the sharp sword of truth Only the strong walk unarmed unafraid into the fire Only the strong carry the weak and shield the hapless For strong is its own master never servant to mere powers
i've heard it said of friends who can only bare the weather fair, that they are better left in that climate, there that of all your loves the ones who don't give up slog through the **** all for the prospect of living it up that's who you do it for
open your heart open your arms open your mind free the soul
In my arms you smiled We laughed and cried In my arms you shared We understood we cared In my arms I had your touch Made me want you so much In my arms we grew We saw everything through In my arms you were my strength I felt special and content In my arms you were loved In my arms you faded... 🙁 In my heart you are alive Memories with you will always survive
she wanted to paint over the marks on her face to create a blank canvas so their eyes would not drill holes into her pores. but before she could paint, two arms wrapped around her, slowly turning her around. her eyes were downcast as he kissed her every mark. "I love your constellations. Please don't hide them," he gently whispered. she pulled him closer, leaning back onto the counter. the brush fell to the ground as they savored their sweet love.
the minutes roll past her like tumbleweeds as her eyes meet the melting, setting sun. but in the blink of an eye, the night falls and the hour wraps its arms around her, keeping her warm and safe in time's embrace.