Willow

Willow

Just here for fun🤍

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Thank You

Thank you

For everything

Of the things you have done

Thank you

For the fear

Of having no where to run

Thank you

For the pain

That left me in tears

Thank you

For the trauma

Over all these years

Thank you

For scaring me

Almost half to death

Thank you

For neglecting me

Only praying to be fed

Thank you

for making me

A better parent than yourself

Thank you

For showing me

What not to be myself

Than...

Love Like You.

If your hand

Could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you break it,

Like and egg shell,

So fragile and useless?

Would you ignore it,

Like your alarm,

When you need to get up in the morning?

Would you decieve it,

Like a child,

So young and clueless?

Would you abandon it,

Like a wrapper,

Unwanted and pointless?

There are many things that you can do

Some of them bad

Some of them ...

Never Really Gone.

No one is ever ready to leave. No one is ever ready to lose. No one is ever ready to feel that pain. I feel the ones that hurt the most though, is when they lose someone without actually losing them. Say you have a neglective parent. Physically, they’re there. Mentally, they’re not. Physically, they never left, mentally, they were never there. That’s a loss that can’t be understood by just a story...

The Gift of Silence

I hear with my eyes more than my ears. When I look at someone, it’s like there soul spills out through their eyes, and their life story is displayed in the mixture of colors that pigments the iris. I always found it weird how I can hear through the mere sight of someone’s movements or the shakiness in their breathe. I found it weird how I could tell someone’s mood by just looking at their face and...

Tidal Waves

As the tide

reaches the sand

Washing up treasures

on the land

But as the tide

comes to play

We watch our footprints

wash away

The memory of our fun

Washed into the sea

But our story just begun

The tale of you and me.


Whe watched our footprints

wash away

But the sand sticks

throughout the day

Between our toes

Now in our shoes

Behind our ears

In our hair too

Our memories has left

from the beac...