Everything happens In our lives for a reason even if we don't understand it ... I don't know why our paths would be THE BROKEN. . but that is what we are...
Like a caterpillar breaking free from its warm safe cocoon.... I am me .. I knew the world the world new me ... I could tell you details from every inch of my tree.... the beauty of my world thru my eyes and the Beauty I see with in my self .... safe inside my self the world forces you to change no reasons to be told...
Today was the day as my life was wrecked... Now so was my car.. my freedom.. my life at a stand still.. everything comes in threes and I'm waiting for one more... I'm a wreck .. it's my fault.. now what? so alone.. utterly broken... like glass on the road.. tears just weren't there.. shock or to much grief or can no...
Waiting for the hammer to drop. Freedom is a luxury the wicked take for granted. Children cry from the play pin Wanting to go out to play Wanting set free
Letters and poems I write to my children I want them to know I wanted them and loved them to no end but was forced to be with out them. My daughter and I reach out to each other thru riddles that most people can't understand so if my writings seem story book childish its because its meant to be solely for her underst...
She made him a promise that she believed was true. Nothing my love could make me ever stop loving you. But some secrets are to much for you to know. You can't handle the truth. This story is a deep fucked up story that is very true. Just remember love is blind and you never know who the person laying next to you.
Her beauty was undiscribable.... unubtanable... her smile posessed such magic that the sparkle in her eyes shined like a key .... locking away all her secrets... She can never be kept... not by one Her spirit is to wild and free... Love her for the minute she'll let you But always you must let her go... Like a butter...