It is too late: Your eyes have snuck in and captured me: I hope to God that you are not simply passing the time: Ah, please, I hope to God that you are not just visiting.
How can you trust only that which you’ve seen? It is- all of it- based upon who you’ve been. My friend, I see: too much limitation there. …So yes I do: I trust in you.
To want to be is such a heavy burden: but maybe I don’t want to be… to be just me.
“Sometimes speech is silver, and silence is gold.” -Unknown
“Having a pretty heart is far more important than having a pretty face.”
No day is ever all that bad… Unless you’ve stopped trying to make it good.
callmeshea: I wanted you to fall in love with me, but you were too fond of the ground.
I need to know
When I let you in I can feel myself begin: to breathe again. Tell me… do you, do you feel that too?
I am often afraid that I will be taught not to laugh.
Once you connect you can’t just shrug it off. My love, that is the problem. That is why you remain here that is why you remain within me; damn that moment when we first connected.
What did I just say?
I can write better than I can speak. Why in the hell is that?
Sometimes you have to break in order to mend.
From my experience with men, I must conclude that they are in it for themselves. There is always someone better; someone prettier, smarter, but mostly prettier, than you. First his eyes stray, this she catches a glimpse of. Not surprisingly so, she is younger, more youthful, but mostly younger, than you. Then, well, this story has been told. ...
I always seem to forget how much I love early mornings. They’re always so forgiving, even if no one else is.