Loving ourselves is a revolutionary act!
Being a writer means you get to live vicariously through your characters
Fantasy like thought that no man could rain
Just let her reign
Run wild with her unafraid
Of any rain storms
They only wash the mud away and make way
For double rainbows and sunny days
Do act mysterious. It always keeps them coming back for more
I dealt with it the same way I deal with everything. I just tended my own garden, didn’t pay much attention, behaved-I suppose-deviously. I mean I didn’t actually let too many people know what I was doing.
If I ask you to think about something, you can decide not to. But if I make you feel something? Now I have your attention.
The next time you get scared, get sacred!
She was rare, few and far between
She suspected he would be as well
And the thought of two rare, few and far between individuals
Doing all that was necessary for that rare, few and far between
Meeting to occur
Drove her to write
I didn’t come looking for you the day you uninvitedly appeared on my doorstep
How did we go from nonchalant conversation
me waiting for you to turn me off
with corny jokes and mind dumbing conversation
To love and mind blowing chemistry that I’ve yet to make sense of
What are you here to teach me?