Your all that matters to me Yes you So I'll retreat in and begin to love you My mirror I quiver deeply Needing you Looking all around I Forget your within So I'll begin to love myself.
Illness Is a page in which you can add to your self care book. A chance to show your body some self love by the arms which it carries
Wallow me up In this neverending Rising pull I want to be held And hold you Whoever you may be. Will this reoccurance ever end? Will i transcend And be held?
I wish i wasnt so sensitive To energies To everything Then i could be blind in love Ignornant to the subtle changes In everyone
Every version of love i Pinned on you was wrong Ive been shaken and reminded That love came from me And you was nothing to do with it Now you are far from reach Its all my dooing The brewing of love What is it? What is pure love? Fumbling to find And add the …
Is the rebuilding of the peeling Layers that melted in your sun i called home. (Maybe that was where i went wrong) Grasping Another space and place My gut tells me ill be fasting Your attention Laid out... if i reach I feel the Distance A step back Knocked out, you've fallen behind Retracted And …
Your silence blows a cold breeze On Promises Acient Life times let down Burried beneath A crazy Wanting Attention you never gave