I'm a wildflower; the rarest one among pretty, perfect ones. I spend years in this field, watching as others are picked, and I remain rooted here. I want to cry out, "Pick me! Don't you see me here?" but then I remember what I've seen. I don't want to be torn apart for another who … Continue reading Love Me, Love Me Not
I just want long summer nights laying on a blanket in a flower field, with my head on the chest of a man who adores me, while we gaze up at the stars we're made of. I just want warm, sunny days racing down the sandy beach to the ocean with him chasing behind and … Continue reading “What Are You Looking For?”
I wish I'd never kissed your lips, because it lit a fire in my soul. You are my greatest mistake yet, and I'm the only one who knows.
Image courtesy of Kim Rose Art In the end, we're all just looking for someone who sees the world how we do, who appreciates our small details, who brings sunshine instead of sadness.