Here i go again, I haste to your calls as if answering a doorbell. Is it really you this time
If you can find beauty in your own flaws I’ll give you acceptance, but that’s the first start
Within this hell Maybe there is some perspective Each body an ember of warmth Thawing my frozen heart Hope would have me believe That’s my way out of hell into heaven Or maybe it’s my delusion Creating cover while love Moves further away from me Related Epic Poem: “This is my hell”
I’m a hypocrite hiding from the same thing that i seek. In loves pursuit, I’m my own enemy that keeps me from it.
To remember fading the ecstasy of a passion combined with beauty, is it better to have never had it, or to have and then lost it completely.
We pray for the gift of loving acceptance, another soul that understands all the pieces of us and welcomes every shard with open arms.
“Being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true and self pleasure that’s so real it scares you.”
In the blind chase of something else I allowed life to strip you from my fingers, and now I’m just mad at myself I guess. This is my hell…
I grow tired ofFilling the spaces whereYou’re supposed to be.When they leaveWhat creeps backNext to me areWhat if and If only.And neither is much company. What If you fell on meLike drops of summer rain,Cool and calming.If I caressed your skinLike the warmth of the sunOver the chill of the morning. Moving from one to […]