You’re a thousand different pieces, and I love each one of them.
battle to win
is the one
inside your mind.
He kisses the scars you left me –
the ones he doesn’t even know are there.
I think sometimes you
just have to start smaller –
roadside daisies and warm sunsets.
Then the sad stuff becomes
less and less, and eventually
life doesn’t seem so bad.
Life wouldn’t be much fun if it all made sense.
And some will say things can never change, but
darkness falls upon us time and time again – yet the sun
never fails to rise in the morning.
I’m not quite
sure I’ll ever belong,
but I guess that’s
why God gave me feet.
She carried the world with such grace,
even angels wondered how she did it.
He was dawn breaking and warm coffee to cold lips.
“My dear child, don’t you know ?
The heart’s a wild thing and it can’t be tamed.”