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3 years. 23 days. 52 minutes.
And it still hurts.
Like love.
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Go now and lay down your troubles and your woes
Silently go to where the cotton trees grow.
Know when you're here, there's nothing to fear,
Just wh..
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That love thing...always pulling those strings and dancing away before you even know it is there.
Those shards of glass keep cutting away at the piec..
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I am somewhere lost tonight.
My mind is spending quality time hidden in what used to be. It's different now though, my soul can breath you in and le..
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It has been said that there are two kinds of love;
One is full of butterflies in the pit of your core, and fireflies dancing in your eyes.
It's stol..
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She sat patiently, waiting as usual for him to reach for the woman's hand.
The agony of it all was painstaking and utterly slow.
Inch by inch and w..
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Beauty arose in her silence. The way she openly guarded herself with others was tantalizing in every way. Such a watcher was she, spying into every so..
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Tethered. Bound. Fibers twisted and molded to depths we couldn't have known were possible.
Safe. Sound. A peace, a level of comfort we only knew to..
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Staring at the scattered pieces I've gotten used to.
The weariness of my heart, blindly bleeding at this point.
Caught between broken and healing, a..
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I cannot say what you felt, being a part of Him and part of us.
I cannot fathom your knowledge, your understanding
and our lack there of.
It must ..
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