i know i should tell someone i know when someone plans on dying you're supposed to tell someone especially when they have the exact date noted.. but i've been there.. in the exact place.. just a different time and if i had friends who told someone my plan i would have hated them.. so i just can't tell anyone cause i know that's the last thing you'd want me to do.. ....please just don't do it..
i know i can't stop you but just know i love you ♡
please don't just know you're so much more than just a memory
A mark that an author uses to end their story but chooses not to, A reference for someone who wants to end their life but chooses not to, A person who reminds the someone to just keep going. If you have no other reason to stay on earth let me give you a reason, Don’t end your story, write it and keep writing it. Write what you would want to read, Write what you would want your parents, children, and siblings to read. There is something or someone being your semicolon because you’re still here, so stay and keep writing your story. Be someone’s reason to live. Remind them their life on earth matters and to keep going. Reminders are free and lives are priceless. 💙
Cheer up now, being too little in the eyes of people is nothing compared to what your thumb can do, Always remember that you can make a moon disappear at the back of your thumb in just a wink of an eye.
So when you feel that you're of less importance, that's nothing to be really scared of. There are few things little things that we don't often see its worth but cause unimaginable destruction, Just like how a tiny dew drop and a distant sun ray from the sun can burn a whole forest.
The precious and deep looking eyes look for a land of love the woman says here he lies in the deep blue sky above.
He touches me with a sense of hope that my love is a land of vast eternity he uses the most tightened rope which pulls me with certainty
Two people a single soul they say however, hate or love are feelings that bend like life is a very very long day as in a moment, memories descend I close my eyes to that story I hear that very well struck a chord the characters to me were very near and dear to me and thy lord
Please play me a very minor fret that just sounds almost right and with this tune, we shall get set to play it pure and to play it white.
Look into my luscious lips and to how deep red they are pray for the best of me u see with a different taste every time sometimes sweet sometimes sour
A poem on what it feels like in a land full of love