I find comfort in truth Even if it stings

You might love something and in the long run You'll come to enjoy it, You'll love it

I am a shitty person I don't read the subtext in the room

She is patient, with everything i've said wrong

Would you lie here? With me?

Im running out of excuses Nothing to write

As he raises his wand and smiles warmly It was as genuine as it was his passion to do so

Why do you write?

Something to think about

Lover of mine What troubles you?

Im halfway there

🙀

A start of something beautiful

I ask not where i'm headed, but what awaits me. -Tyms the pilgrim By Jito Jitopilgrin