Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
If you have a limited world you become content with mediocre often times worthless things.
You are not a finished product. And no you will never be. You have to remember you often sow seeds you'll never see.
It's midnight. And you have fallen asleep on the couch. I got the chance of feeling the warmth of your hair again. My love, I am sorry. I will love you for all the days I am blessed with. It is your absence I will ache with. It is with great pride I can say I have loved, and loved honestly.
Not even Poetry within all it's meter and form, within all it's unstructured beauty, can adequately capture you.
Night after Night I lie awake. Eyes closed; Mind spinning with Fractured Verses.
You are like the flowers that bloom and blossom. Even their leaves scatter to the wind.
Secondhand thrift stores
and animated movies
This is me; my Life