In less than a month my work will be published. They’ll speak my own words and say that it’s rubbish. I’ll believe what they say and change my approach. I’ll wish that I hadn’t. I meant what I wrote. Advertisements
I’m drifting further and further away with every single word you say there’s no reason to stay all you give is take what a waste good day. ~ J
My eyes tell all, they tell my tale, my tale is told, through me behold.
I have no right to define when it’s time for forgiveness.
Believe that there is a turning point in every persons life. It is in that moment we decide whether to continue on the path that we’ve set, to adhere to standards we haven’t yet, to settle for what we’ve known would come… or to dust the dirt off our dream because it has always come second […]
Watching the days go by, like so When I due realized, I didn’t post Don’t worry, don’t worry, I didn’t forget Wait, actually…I think I did! Don’t blame me, my memory is dying There’s a lot on my mind and my brain is trying To make it up, I wrote a little poem To say […]