Sunday, October 11, 2015

What Is Love Really?

Perfection is never the point, never was the point for anyone. Honesty, open, a beautifully flawed soul that knows weaknesses & doesn't want to change the other person. That is the point. It's the dream people give up on finding in anyone. The person that sees you, truly sees you & brings out the best, accepts the worst, & can say this is who I am. That's the most beautiful part of human existence. I can't settle for anything less.

~ to my muse ~

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Poetry Day Poem

I'm quickly running out of time,

Why does everything have to rhyme,

Jotting down quick this cheesy little line,

But least I can say this ditty is all mine,

A poem for poetry day odd as a nine second vine.