The pages of my life seem to turn faster these days.
Each word spills off my tongue in sweet anticipation of the next.
There is a flow to my story that was ever so absent before.
Strength resides in patience, where fear was once so prevalent.
Fate is now my beacon; a light to guide my way…
To destiny.
My whole life I have considered myself a different breed.
A different breed of human
A different breed of women
A different breed of everything all together
I stand alone because I can
I stand alone because it’s safe
I stand alone even when I’m fighting with the loneliness
I love with all my heart
I feel with all my being
I am who I am
A different breed.
I may not be perfect, but perfection is not what I am searching for.
I may not be the person you built me up to be in your mind, but that’s on you for giving me more credit than I deserve.
At least I was true. Were you?
Where do we go from here?
What do we do with this?
This choice is not mine, but yours.
I reside with no expectations
No assumptions
And no regrets.
Emptiness unravels pain
once hidden
by better days.
a time that now lay distant.
And I,
this hollow cage of life
consumed by nothingness.
Left here by this romance and taken by insanity.
I’ve stated my case
and planned my escape
a journey into lonliness
with simple courage as my guide.
On a path
to better days!
Blinded by your words
Oh how I wish to hold on to the moment
That time you held me so tightly
And filled me so completely
I was yours and you were mine
Bonded together in time
Those sweet brown eyes looking directly into my soul
As I beg for your passion and give in to your love
It’s lonely here without you
For I’m craving you so deeply now
The pleasant pain of a romance left behind
I miss you
Heartbeat, heartbeat break my fall
As I tumble into ecstasy
Below this sky
Above this earth
Rooted into being
As I never thought could be
A touch as if I’ve never felt
Open minded love.
Obsession driven to infinity
« me arrodillo por las noches ante tigres que no me dejarán ser - lo que fuiste no será otra vez - los tigres me han encontrado pero no me importa. »
“Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” Proverbs 4:17
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