Because I want to be a person who you look at and decide I’m too decent for you to be so cruel to. That my passion for the little things, gentle beings, the abundant love in the universe will shine so bright that your pain, cruelty and manipulation don’t have power in my space. Maybe you have to fight fire with fire… Because love, my love, isn’t enough to quench your desire for destruction. This is where my pain lives – because I don’t just assume that you are mean and cruel and I’m a victim in the wake of your destruction, no. I sit there and think that I didn’t permeate enough kindness, love and grace through the situation; that I didn’t show you enough love to change your mind, change your heart.
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Oh, I must admit this
I’d wed you in an instant
I’d bear your sons
And give them sisters
Falling’s for fools,
I’m growing in love with you Continue reading
You ask where I’m going and I point to the hills
You want to know why I won’t stay
But when I show you the journey inside my heart
you turn your head away
My soul has a body, not the other way ‘round
Wisdom is not what you know
But we’re stuck together in a world apart
Where ‘how are you’ means ‘hello’ Continue reading