And I will fall for you,
Not like rain
Or drifting flakes of snow,
But like the sun.
Everyday.
Endlessly.
Over and over again.

I put him before everything
But he valued other things
I gave him everything
But he couldn't take it all at once
He was my everything
But it just pushed him away
Everything
will
be
okay
right?

She cares about me,
for my needs.
Forgives or admires me,
for my deeds.
No one is like her,
not any being.
She is my mother,
my everything.

She wipes my tears,
with her hands.
My all sorrows, pains and fears,
she understands.
Even in great suffer,
she keeps smiling.
She is my mother,
my everything.

i like to think of a soul
as an ethereal blanket
born white, soft, and pure
like a baby’s blue eyes
but as life goes on we stain
dragged through the filth of the streets
and we blemish from the stresses
that, naturally, come with each day
and we tear, from heartbreak, and loss
but you can be cleansed
and sown together again
by watching the sun rise over the mountains
you can go to church and give yourself to god
but falling in love is my personal favorite
all things that create you, make you new
and in the end, the wears, the tears
the pains and the stains
make you
you

I don't want to be your everything

I just want to make you want to experience everything


I want to be the reason you look up at the stars at night
         and still dream of all the things you could do

If I die today,
Would I be missed,
would someone miss me?

If I die today,
Would tears fall,
would someone cry?

If I die today,
Would that change anything,
would the world be changed?

If I die today,
Would anyone care?
No one would ever care. . .

- Freja Jep

In my dreams
Everything is vague
The clearity will be there
When I open my eyes
And embrace this sleep-induced plague.