alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.
love is a choice, and, when it’s made, it’s eternal.
you left me to cry, swallowing my goodbyes.
you were my everything. and i lost everything.
i never fail to cry when it all ends.
you are an island – part of an archipelago.
society tells you when to smile and when to cry.
disclaimer: this only applies to a situation that happens to oneself, not to others. for instance, you really shouldn’t laugh at a funeral unless the deceased wanted it.
beneath muted blue and grey, you look for your shadow held captive by your fears.
fluctuating moodsdepend on the color of the day,the length of your smile,the melody of the song drowning out your voice,don’t hide away when a firestormsweeps across the town,or when rain floods barren streetssoaking you to the bone,or when the sun burns all in its path,weeds dissipating into smoke,weather through the pain with me,stand by myContinue reading “weather through the weather with me”