So Be It
So be it If this is to be my reality I’ll get comfortable To walk the empty Streets of desire For my heart to weather time Until it considers love a fable My heart remains open And even hopeful But if that is written On the walls of the fates Then the tale of my […]
The Unwilling Wanderer
I don’t wish to be a wanderer but maybe fate has written this as my destiny. To know its taste but only be able to take sips from love’s stream.
Who’s To Say
Who’s to say what perfection is, what if our perception of life is the complete opposite to that of its architect?