Your eyes, your beautiful olive eyes,
They remind me of the season of spring.
The way they sparkle feels like new blossoms after the rain,
Fresh as fields kissed by the morning dew,
They carry a promise of life anew,
A garden of hope that grows within you.
And every time you look my way,
I lose myself in your eyes.
I can’t resist but come closer to admire
Your gorgeous green eyes.
That has no where to go? How do I describe an aching that is part of my soul? I’m aching and I don’t know why The things that I‘ve forgotten, somehow stay I forget.. and still my heart will remember as long as it beats My soul
Have you heard "You have to become the best version of yourself to find love?" Well, what about not so best versions of me? What about the worst parts of me? What about the things that I just can't change about myself? Loving the best version
1 At my wisdom's end gazing forward Still at a loss of scripts to mean so hard, So many lands may have passed though A sudden call from your semi–broken door to follow , Yearning for that blessed string from the farthest Already entered into, opening dull brain&
I think our parents weren’t monsters—They were people trying to survive with tools they were never taught how to use. They loved in the only language they knew, and many of us spent years translating that love into something we could live with. We don’t blame them.