Your hands on my waist,
leading a familiar dance;
your grin matching mine.

~~~<♡>~~~

a rose, they say, will have a thorn
which can't destroy nor ****
it only serves to give its bloom
a scent that's sweeter still
when the tender growing thing
is planted in the dust
no water for it's thirsty roots
only drying crust
it will be a cactus
full of prickly spines
but cacti have their flowers
their fruit can make rich wine
we all have our emotions
we all can feel pain
but when it makes us better
then only love remains
when we are hurt and wounded
on my very oath
we can still be grateful
such stoic trust brings

GROWTH


soulsurvivor
(C) 9/3/2015

I want to walk through a forest, I want to see the sea.
Living in a city has never felt quite right to me.
Lead me away from the chaos of this place.
A log cabin in the woods, that'd be ace.