1/2 a heart and a pocketful of thoughts. I like chocolates, cheese and wine.
We can never be satisfied. That's the sad truth. Some say we can only find happiness in contentment, but contentment is never welcomed into people's lives.
Moments have passed. I gaze out, into the night. The world is closing in on me. Slowly realizing my presence. I have been found out, says my consciousness.
I wished to be a bird, So I can fly and travel. I wished to be a stone, To be hardcore and numb from all the pain. I wished to be a pen, So I am free to write whatever the fuck I want.
Softly, he whispered into my ear, Sweet words I've longed to hear. Gently, he caressed my face. His hands were tender, Moving with grace. He held me tight As we lay, awake.
I may not believe in fate and that "if something's meant to happen it will" kind of crap. But I do believe in timing. Timing is essential.
Don't turn my words into something Other than what I mean them to be. Don't twist them into weapons you Can use against me. I only mean what I say and Say what I mean.