life is love.
without it we would die.
it gives life meaning.
it can heal us.
the energy that love gives.
it's the purest of all.
it's intense flame of desire.
burns brighter then all the rest.
but when it dies.
no cuts are deeper.
they last forever.
it leaves us half.
our hearts wont start
but time heals even the deepest cuts.
but the scars left will stay.
they remind us of our mistakes.
and never will i let myself forget.
my mistakes.
my selfishness.
i was scarred.
and turned you away.
i know better now.
i see you inner beauty.
a ray of light in this dark world.
the spark that keeps me alive.
it will stand any storm and wind.
it's the one hope i have.
the dream of you and i.
it wont ever leave my mind.
and never will i let myself forget.
my mistakes.
my selfishness.
i was scarred.
and turned you away.
but i know better now.
i know better now.
yeah.
now i know better
Very nice. Very deep.
Very nice. Very deep.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "