There's an endless line crossing over love, a fine shade of passion. Sometimes the only choice is to go. Would I sound absurd if I told how I wanted him to know me? Even if I didn't know him...
How can I say when no one understands?
Grief is distended. But I don't know what I've lost.
A gloomy tint breathes.
Perhaps I should sit back, lay on the ground, pluck grass, ruffle a petal from fading roses, those flowers that glint hope, promise good, and I'll be a part of something.
Would he listen if I murmured one more hello? Would he read if I wrote a remaining emotion? One that wreaks of sunshine, and soothing affection...
But once I glimpse over my shoulder only to witness a shadow, I wonder if it's him... with his looming stature, generous quality, dazzling eyes...
There could be something.
But I won't find out if I stay dim.
This being said, I challenge you guys to let your light shine.
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My Words By Audrey B. Holley
RandomI'm spilling my insides. Perhaps, you feel the same. A heart that wishes to harmonize. Feelings that roll around. How outcasts are wrong...all because of a shirt. A lonely world. Note to reader: I add in whatever is on my mind, so this is incomplete...
