Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. – Aristotle
Admiring you from afar is like staring at the stars; beautiful to look at, yet too hard to reach.
Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling me
Like it’s trying to feel something it once did before
Though, if I allow myself to give in to it’s longing
I’ll go and break it even more
I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.
Never give up on something you can’t go a day without thinking about. – Winston Churchill
You broke my heart once more.
But, it’s OK.
At least it felt something.