The Wild Spark of a Flowerchild's Heart

Learning the Hard Way

The only way to know where to draw the line, is to cross over it a few hundred times. 

The only way to have open eyes, is to do what's wrong so as to know what is right. 

The only way for dreams to fly, is to let some of them die. 

The only way to keep you by my side, is to follow you all my life no matter what the cost.

The only way to keep your feet on the ground, is to spend every day with your head in the clouds. 

The only way to be a part of the in crowd, is to be a flower with roots in a wall buried deep down. 

The only way to live loud, is to rarely make a sound. 

The only way to be found, is to stop and turn around even if I get lost.

The only way to make an arrow hit its mark, is to learn how to miss it at the start. 

The only way to see things as they truly are, is to look at them closely from afar. 

The only way to mend a broken heart, is to cherish every little piece because each one is a work of art. 

The only way to ride the wind and touch the stars, is for me to fall into your arms like Mary at the foot of the cross.

The only way to let go is to hold tight, the only way to see the day is to stay awake through the night, the only way to beat death is to live within an inch of your life, the only way to know how to hate is if you know how to be loved and to be love.

Because you are enough, and all these faces and places need something to change it, I feel the rain fall from above, and all is erased and wasted but on my tongue I can still taste it, frozen on my eyelashes tracing down my cheeks to bloodstained lips, seeping between the spaces of my fingertips, always doing the wrong thing for the right reasons, but doing the right thing would be treason, against a heart that only wants to know love.