Love didn't begin with you
And I will it end with you
Love cannot be explained
In a linear way
Much like in story books
But rather
Love is like a creek
It may not always be deep
And ever flowing
It may take lots of little twist and turns
It might not have a discernible beginning
But year after year
Month after month
That creek is home to so many beautiful blessings
If you know just where to look
YOU ARE READING
Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
