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If you get to know me,
I'm afraid
you might not love me—
or even like me.

You would see what
scares me most,
maybe even use it against me

You would realize
I'm only fine on the surface—
that deep down, I...

Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By...

Isn’t it amazing,
That a burgeoning rose,
Or a magical sunset
Or a sweet song’s tune,
Or a full moon’s splendor –
Just the thought of sheer beauty:
Takes each of use –
With the certainty of a compass –
To just one...

A dandelion has 15,000 seeds.

If wishes came true,
I'd spend every single one
Hoping that I'd get to have
Forever loving you

'I've a pain in my head'
Said the suffering Beckford;
To her Doctor so dread.
'Oh! what shall I take for't?'

Said this Doctor so dread
Whose name it was Newnham.
'For this pain in your head
Ah! What can you do...

Death is quiet,
not an edit,
not a deletion but a slight pause.
What's gone becomes a song
that is sung
by what is left.

He wanders slowly,
hands in his pockets,
eyes tracing the faces
frozen in time,
their stories reaching out
from the quiet walls.

The floor creaks softly beneath him,
but the air feels heavy
weighted with...

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is...

When air begins to hesitate,
truth becomes simple.
Love while you can.
Speak what you mean.
Forgive quickly.
Stand fully.
Because when breath grows thin,
regret grows loud.
Live now
so your last breath finds you...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as...

I end this year the way I lived it—moving.
Scarred knuckles, quiet wins, loud lessons.
I learned that silence can teach,
that roads don’t apologize for being long,
and that becoming costs more than dreaming.

Some days bent...

If I could bask in my own love,
and give myself to myself
as I give to others,
then I would be whole.
But self cannot complete self,
and only flesh can cure flesh.
Thus, I remain unfinished,
until I can find...