You are my first thought in the morning, the last in the evening, and the many thoughts in between.
Take me to a vast and open field and with my last elegy being read, release my ashes as you set me free, free in death, to run with the wind. No, tears you will not cry - at least not tears of death; but cry for me tears of birth. Like a new born … Continue reading My Eulogy
He knew no love song or poem would ever be written for him; not even those written in his own words.
I woke up this morning still in love with you. How very frustrating.
Let me be the person that tells you, every single morning, that you are both beautiful and remarkable.
You tell me to keep singing, I am singing. I’ve never stopped.
You called yourself a failure because you chipped a finger nail. That’s when I knew I needed so much more than you; and you needed so much less of me.