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I understand completely how she feels, sure at one point so have you… A beautiful read ♡
Originally posted on Writing for Myself:
One of the problems I have with blogging is that I can be indecisive about what my purpose is. Why do I have a blog? Is it worth the time I put into it? I try to be selective about how I spend my time. The older I get the less I have of it left and I want to make wise choices. There aren’t a lot of “have-to’s” in my vocabulary- I’m aware of the difference between what I must do and what I want to do.
I’m sure I’m not the only one that struggles with this aspect of blogging. In the time that I’ve been doing it consistently and making the effort to find a blogging community, I’ve seen lots of blogs come and go. For me, the biggest issue is that I lose focus. I tire of my own voice, I wonder if there is anything…
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And she will never say yes, because she knows the truth is made up of lies.
She knows her skies are made up of stars that will never fathom into constellations
She is aware even when she is trying to be unaware.
She is naked, her skin and soul bared.
She will never say yes.
Because saying yes would mean being the fool of an illusion
Existent only in her mind, making her every wish collide.
She will not say yes regardless of how much she wants to.
Regardless of how much she wants it to be real.
Regardless of how badly she needs to
I try not to let the world made me hard, or your lies break my smile.
I’m soft as the wind whispering into your ear an “I love You”.
Soft as the birds, high in flight.
Free of spirit, heart, and mind.
I’m soft because this world allows me to love you.
I’m a soft drop of water running down your back;
Soft candle light adoring your thighs.
I am your soft heart breaking into pieces.
I am your warm smile greeting all those she misses.