I often find that inordinate emotions Are at the root of my downfall. But I’d rather feel too much Than nothing at all.
The insanity that someone Could hate the very thing they were birthed upon. In a world of hate and war, Surely love should be what we’re living for?
I loved you before I told you so, And I loved you before it was returned. I thought I couldn’t love any greater, But it seems now I’ve learned I’m still falling. Three words, eight letters, I thought was all it took. Surely then I’d reach the bottom? Yet at a second look,… Continue reading Falling
He is like a dream that never ends, Continuity on which the heart depends.