Am I really just what you can see?
He never laid a hand on me but that didn’t mean his punches didn’t hurt.
You clearly have something missing in you; if you’re constantly searching for the pieces in other people. Making somebody else emptier; will never make you whole.
Between her first sip of coffee and all the cracked pages of her books: Between the space of her lips and each of her whispered prayers: Between the sounds of her laughter and every dance in the spring rain: He forever lingered.
A 15 word story.
Time waits for nobody.
Waiting is a losers game.
Do I stay or do I go?
Don’t grow up.