Sometimes I wrestle and Fight my demons They choke me, drown me Dare to call it love And in our peace We kiss and cuddle and say, 'I can't live without you.' x
“do not think me cruel. sometimes, a sacrifice is done for the greater good think of this as a privilege.”
Pain to poetry My words are caught in my throat So I write instead (via - Daily Prompt: Unravel)
Denial is a prideful thing.
Another viewpoint of a beloved story. Disclaimer: Please view the following as fictional thought, not truth.
A haiku about devotion.
Her vibrant and expressive eyes – Once awesome and bright like the sun – Burned out like a bulb