its easy to love at first, when the sunrise is still fresh on your bare skin and kisses linger on your lips. its everything and it feels perfect.
then comes the worry. the doubt. the sleeples night, tossing and turning wondering what went wrong. its different now - deeper. the easy love has grown and the fear of losing such a wonderful gift can shatter your mind and soul. it just might drive you mad.
you lucky bastard.
-topher kearby
(authors note: some of the poems will be from different writers that really spoke to me and just get me, i just want to guve them recognition for changing my life. <3)
