remember why they say that friends and lovers are like clouds
just for once, for a stolen moment on a typical summertime
Pitter patter, pitter patter
It fluttered like its petals, But still, it is too early.
her love is as swift and as powerful as the clap of thunder, her joy as temptestous as the crashing waves of the sea yet her grief leaves a mark like a lightning — following the thunder in its wake — © 2017
all the tides of the ocean has tipped you time and again, over and over but never forget that there are beacons; lifelines that you can hold on to let your irrepressible spirit float you to the shore. — © 2017
i might never see what your actions mean to be