Words are like weapons They harm and damage the fibers of love once had leaving rags of passion once woven into bundles threadbare and broken.
But hope is eminent, as it was in the past when heaps of boundless love finally amass to show that kindness is really all we have to guide us through to the very last.
Truth be told, I am far too bold to be anything but silent and yielding, I struggle with my intent to be the right person but my words are too abrupt and revealing .....amp....
Clenched fist holds my heart to keep it from bleeding unto the dirt that bares all roots of a forgotten Earth, once bursting With the gift of vibrant fruits.