"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
