God bless the words that surrounded my heart
When your weak hands couldn’t.

whenever someone asks her “ why are your hands shaking?”, she always responds “ I’m still waiting for his hands to ease mines” , and I guess that, that is love,
knowing that only his touch could calm her agony.

Her being was created from the wildest of the flowers.
Don’t try to put them in a vase and wait for her to die.

where do you go

when you need to escape yourself?

I was


I am


I will be