Acelinelove

Blind writing. You close your eyes, and If you can see and imagine the story playing in your mind? 
          	"it's beautiful, and that's when you're hands start writing, and you just go with it.

Acelinelove

          He wrap his strong arms around my waist as I cry my heart out. He never let me go from that moment. They lower her down as I see my whole world, my life, my best friend, my heart, my mother go down. The hopelessness, and heartache. I was void and bleeding inside. My mouth was open. I couldn't even hear my own cry.
          
          I keep spinning around in circle with no end
          
          It becomes hard to trust myself. All I can depend on now is that Sorrow that will remain faithful to itself. More than me, it knows its way And will find the right time, the right moment To pull and pull the rope of grief in me, Until that coiled hill of tears Has reduced to its last drop.
          
           ❤️Love your mother❤️