Your voice.

Your voice. It was your voice. They say the first thing you start to forget about someone is their voice. I’m trying to remember what yours sounds like but it’s all starting to blur in my mind. I’m trying. I close my eyes to keep trying… And i can hear it again. The soft tone … More Your voice.

Broken Promises.

Each lie was like a promise To something better. But now, I am just bitter. Once again, you broke my heart. But, I still love you, Even if our ways have to part. Even if i don’t want to. Each lie was like a step closer to my demise. K.

Little Bird.

  “Isn’t it beautiful ? To be able to spread your wings and fly, little bird ?”  The little girl asked. Little did she know, if the little bird could speak her language, he would answer: “You can too. All you have to do is try.” K.    

If you still talk about it, you still care about it.

Nothing makes more sense than this. All those years, i’ve been fooling myself into thinking i was over something that happened when i was younger. But i still wonder how or why it happened. I still talk about it. A lot. Like i usually say, some questions are better left unanswered. Still, what’s left unsaid … More If you still talk about it, you still care about it.