My life all too often is a whirlwind. The sad part? It doesn’t have to be. I choose my paths. My choices mold who I am and my future. When I choose to cultivate good or bad karma I make a conscious decision to do what’s right or what’s wrong. I’ve made so many bad decisions…
How often I daydream about waking up next to you Feeling your soft skin in the morning Watching the dim light from the rising sun dance off your hair Feeling your breath on my face as you wake Breaking my own heart I let go Watching you dance I imagine all the places you take…
I’m stuck between the sounds of the wind And the beating of my heart Songs of new life and new love Surrounding me like a dark symphony A quartet of angels or a hard metal band of demons? I’m not sure My head is clouded by the needs of my heart Love is here …So…
