Its always hard to lean in to love when there's so much hate in the world. Its always time-consuming to write a book of memories for one feels too lenient to write one chapter of their lives; after all nothing is enough. But there's something. No it isn't light, no it isn't the sun. You know what it is? Its your soul...
Sometimes words do speak louder than actions; Sometimes thoughts are stronger than the acts expressed; Sometimes, its best to express a few words.... and leave the rest to the unknown.
"Perhaps its best to lay in your arms, trapped in fragments of bliss, Perhaps its best to hold you to my heart, placing a feathered kiss My love for you I shall never dismiss Come my little dove, we shall fly to our dark abyss."
