Just a normal(or possibly not) teenage girl who loves writing, reading, and dancing.
You said my name and my heart broke. You called it love and it went up in smoke. You wrote on my soul and carved it like oak. You kissed me goodbye and I thought it was a joke.
As I sit here, watching from some place familiar, yet hauntingly destitute, I ponder several questions. Envy is a sin, but isn't loneliness just as sinful.
I promised I would find a love worthy enough to live for. I wished for a heart wide enough to welcome such a love. I prayed for the wisdom to know of love in its truest form.
I promise to thank everyone who knew me and loved me anyway and forget those who cast me off without wanting to try..
"if you dwell on the fear of the fall, you'll never take the jump.".
"life doesn't start until you say yes to imagination and shun reality.".