It’s a city from the outside, Shining on a hill But from the inside looking out It’s just another jail
It sometimes feels like the city walls are pressing in, suffocating me, but I can’t leave, at least not yet. Soon, though, I’ll be leaving; soon... I just have to remember to breathe long enough to get there.
Love; what truly is love? Is it when you want to have them solely for their body? Nay; for that is ****, not love.
True love; what can truly define it? Is it how much money someone has? Nay; for that is greed, not love.
True love is not found in material possessions. Rather, true love is found from within the person Beneath their skin Beneath any emotional armor they put forth Once you ***** their armor, and they willingly choose let you in, that is love When the two of you can speak kindly, gently, and without reserve, all out in the open with nothing to hide
Love is when there are boundaries that have already been set and bound and aren't broken Love isn't when one of the two wields a blade of steel, a sword of words, or a dagger of ultimatums against the other That isn't love; for that is betrayal
Stars of the earth sky How much you gave And how much you made Deep and deeper you get inside There where the whispers hide You reveal to me my whole self Show me now and don’t tell How to make the memories stay still ?