Brand on Brow

You Lose Your Way, Just Take My Hand

They mistook my weakness for kindness. I fucked up, I know, but can't a simple girl do the best she can? Think about it, the darkness, the deepness, all the things that make you who you are, and who I am.

  And what I am is a big–time believer, that people can change.

  I flew back home, it seems everything's the same, except that you weren't home. Sometimes I care too much about someone, and sometimes I don't care at all. I wanna get off, but I kept riding the ride. I received your message, you're on the ride home. I couldn't be more glad to hear that. Now, there's no more chasing rainbow nor finding an end to it. Finally, gone is the burden.

  A few hours later, he's finally home. I asked him how the trip was, it was great. He then asked me back, how mine was. I said it's cool. I know a secret only the girls would, that lies can buy eternity.

  We sat down and he talked his heart out about his trip. I love the fact that he makes life sound's beautiful, but I don't have a clue. Indeed, life's magnificence, it didn't make sense to me. But life make sense when I'm with you. Screw his anonymity, loving me was all he needs. Have you seen what this love has done to me, King Of Cups?

  And I, your Queen Of Cups, will always be there for you, Upright or Reversed. Don't forget me when you realized our love is a handmade beauty sealed up by two man–made walls. The love we both share is pure, if the relationship between us doesn't last, then, there is no doubt love itself does not exist. But we will work out in the end. I can assure you, we are our own master of our own fate.

  So don't write me a letter, I'll always be right here, closer to you than your next breath, because you, my dear, is like a wildflower, living on your own sheer willpower. It's crimson and clover, honey.