willowheart

The way pain happened has little to do with how we feel. My belief that something happened differently than an-others memory of it has no true impact until the feelings of that experience - has shifted.

In my silence I wonder, if you can see What truly I am giving you of me A powerful thing and way to see Eyes dilated and expectations with it can be If no more of me yours, will I ever be Am I worse For

The way pain happened has little to do with the how we feel. My belief that something happened differently than another’s memory of it has no true impact until the feelings of that experience has shifted.

My addiction, wears stilettos, I swear, daring me back to promises softly made Something so erotic and sexy, in her stare. from an encounter that will never fade. Hot and sweet, she claims me. This time,

This Love This warm gentle Love Sits and waits Like a seed Planted when we met and patiently With tender breaths Grows branches With no expectations Other than Just being Existing, floating freely Around

I left you there Among despair And childhood secrets And of love Bare Dont accept Your dealt hand Shell shocked Standing barefoot Cap in hand Inner Child lost I found you there I'm doing all I can To give