Love is like two on the same swing,
the higher you the more exciting.
If love is experienced and shared
completely all is as it should be.
Every time I strain pasta,
I think of the heart as it exudes love.
They say " everyone has their own trials and tribulations" I say "it' s not the story, but our own interpretation of the story. " I have never been fond of the they sayers, who are they anyway?
My bedroom is myself made prison,
hiding is a whole lot easier than facing the world.
There is a lapse in my memory,
and then the curtains are drawn open
and I don't like what I see.
Every now and than we plant a seed
to find that the wind took it to another part of the garden.
Ok wind, where are you when I need you....
We are all on borrowed time,
and paying quite the interest.
Forever... I don't make promises lightly.
Hell takes on different forms for different people,
that is why unlocking the doorway
to freedom is so complicated.
Blah , blah , blah... to be love as I love.