Perhaps, sometimes, we need some space, silence, some time alone. But yet, everytime I ask, they laugh, and laugh, and jeeringly ask, 'What's wrong?' Maybe I don't want to talk, Maybe I don't need to talk; Perhaps, sometimes, we just need space.
What a laugh! I looked in her eyes and saw that she was broken. No one in this world ever gets enough love. We bleed our feelings and silently beg others for help, but no one ever comes. Or if they do, we smile and nod and bandage our wounds ourselves, afraid to be vulnerable, afraid to be human, afraid to give others the love we so crave.
what a smile a splendid grin lovely eyes letting light in a laugh like butterflies flying from an airborne stone. a touch like warm snow a blanket to move and mold a voice like blooming dahlias hair soft and curled arms to fold around me comfort and joy in your embrace love is all the more sweeter with you