My soul resonates with the prettiest and darkest things. I feel and hurt and live and rejoice and die and hate and forgive. I do it all in a whirlwind of emotions so no wonder. No wonder I don’t know what’s forward or backwards or even what to say Or do next. I am so lost.
There is still time To have breakfast in bed after we woke up There is time to talk Slowly Carefully Picking words which don’t hurt We can still hold hands Gaze into each other’s eyes Be kind Be nice We still have time to laugh Watch each other smiles And be amazed Everyday
Dark days, it’s never light I have the lights on all day Night is starting to close in at four pm At least it’s a quiet time of year Nothing is stirring Typical November No sun, no moon, no stars
She is full of words riddled with scars... She is full of scars riddled with pain... But yeah she is still standing... She is still smiling... And she is still beautiful just the way she is...