Your gateway to endless inspiration
In your arms, I find solace true,
A haven where my soul feels anew.
With every smile, with every glance,
You ignite within a timeless dance.
In your embrace, I find my peace,
With you, my darling, I'm fully seen.
In your eyes, I glimpse our bright tomorrow,
With you, my sweetheart, I banish sorrow.
My heart's yours, dear, now and forever,
In every moment, we endeavor.
With every breath, with every rhyme,
You are my love, through space and time.
- S
Death's embrace
In the depths of darkness, where shadows reside,
There exists a truth we cannot hide.
A universal tale, both gentle and profound,
Of life's fleeting moments, where death is found.
Death, a solemn companion on this earthly plane,
Whose presence leaves us touched by bittersweet pain.
It whispers in the wind, a haunting lullaby,
Reminding us that all things must one day say goodbye.
It wears many faces, from gentle slumber to final breath,
A passage we traverse, embracing the unknown with depth.
It steals away loved ones, leaving hearts in despair,
Yet it also offers solace, a release from earthly wear and tear.
In death's embrace, time stands still,
And memories flicker, a testament to life's thrill.
It beckons us to ponder, to reflect and to learn,
To cherish every moment, for there may be no return.
For in the realm of death, we find a sacred truth,
That life's fragility lies within our youth.
It teaches us humility, a reminder to be kind,
To live with purpose, leaving no regrets behind.
But death is not the end, merely a transition,
An invitation to a realm beyond our limited vision.
It invites us to surrender, to let go and release,
To find solace in the eternal, a realm of inner peace.
So let us not fear death's gentle hand,
But rather embrace it, as part of life's grand plan.
For in the tapestry of existence, it holds a place,
A reminder to cherish, to love, and to embrace.
In death's solemn presence, let us find solace,
In the memories of those who have found their peaceful space.
May their spirits guide us, like stars in the night,
Illuminating our paths with their eternal light.
For death, though mourned, is a poignant art,
An echo of life, a journey's sacred part.
In its embrace, we find both sorrow and rebirth,
And in its depths, we discover the true meaning of our worth.
-V
Not sure what I need first a hug or a gun to my head
Writing because murder is illegal
I love you and adore everything about you <3*says to the moon*
None of it was real its all an illusion <3
I love my parents but I hate them
Like yea they caused me trauma
But they deeply care about me just don't know how to cause they had childhoodtrauma too
But that doesn't mean they should treat me the way they do
I wish I could turn off my feelings
Feeling sad turn it off
Feeling happy turn it off
Feeling guilty turn it off
But the problem isn't that.....the problem is that the feeling of feeling nothing is also a feeling.
...why can't we just stop feeling