Love is a lane full of blossom, Flying through the air, & trampled underfoot. Hanging on to trees, Settling peacefully on the ground. Breaking down to nothing, Feeding what's around. Long periods of grey, Knowing the blossom will fly again.
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Choosing to leave me
The sadness of family choosing to leave my life Is mitigated, in part, by the negativity, the forced time spent, the words unsaid and the falseness going with them. Connections by blood are not always connections that your soul needs. Learning to be at peace with the loss can bring a new strength and energy to … Continue reading Choosing to leave me
You, I like.
I don't need to be angry with them. They mean nothing to me. I have no expectations of them. Because they have constantly lowered until there is nothing left. But you. You, I love. You, I like. You, I want. You, I expect the world from. Because that is what, to me, you constantly promise and … Continue reading You, I like.
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