You are the epitome, of my message to the universe.
Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
And tell myself, that I am not dead yet.
Just Like Me
I see people telling me that they love me one day and ignoring (not wanting) me the next.
Simple Way’s of Yours
I Found I Was More Confident When I Stopped Trying To Be Someone Else.
This Is Me Accepting That I Might Not Be Enough For Myself Today.
I Can Never Read All The Books I Want.
I don’t know how I can be so ambitious