from my heart to yours…
Hobbes, I wish That when we tried I’d been less broken And more alive. - That I’d been stronger And not that reed Bent and bruised Unsure of its own strength Or ability To grow straight and tall. - I wish that fate hadn’t scooped you up And dropped you on another continent Across the …
Pain or no pain, Happily ever after, or happily never after, We only have today to love or not to love.
When you lie down at night Do you think of me? Does my name Cross your mind Warm your heart Touch your lips In prayer? - Do you wonder if I, too, see the moon? Or the stars Suspended in azure Since the ones In your eyes Are hidden from my view? - I wake …
The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …
And he won't go away He's under my skin A part of my system That will not give in. It will not surrender The memory of touch The brightness of smile That I loved so much. I'd hoped it'd be natural A slow dissipation Like water from pavement An evaporation. Instead I'm possessed With faithful …
When you stumble across something Or someone Wonderful During your journey, Allow yourself to feel the joy of that moment. That moment that you discovered... That moment that your world was made sweeter, Even if it was just for one day. And carry that joy with you as an elixir for when you grow weary. …
When I was young, maybe 18, I stood on top of a hill in Manchester, MI, and watched a summer storm come in. I stood in the rain and wind until my aunt made me come into the house for threat of lightning. It was thrilling and scary. I felt so small And so ALIVE. …
When I compare the woman I am today with the woman I was when I was young, I grieve. Young me was downright mean at times. I'm sorry for those days. Life has a way of teaching us what matters. Who matters. You sit on the couch, involved in a heated argument, and your mouth …
Story. I remember one of the lessons I learned about the human heart. I remember when I learned that love didn't obey rules and regulations. One form of love, anyway. We met and it was instantaneous. The draw, the attraction, the connection. Neither of us were models of perfection when it came to the human …
I knew him long ago, and upon seeing him again after the passage of time, I saw him as he was, without filters - without the preconceived notions that I'd developed during the abusive childhood and teen-aged seasons of my life. I loved him as half-woman, half-child, barely grown-up, When men were typically mistrusted. And …
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