I think I just stopped living. I thought, I'm not worth anything and my heart, it's still broke.

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I think I just stopped living. I thought, I'm not worth anything and my heart, it's still broke.
Spend time on the good and keep going past those old hurts. I want to be in peace with a clean slate.
It's in the air. Falling in love, it's too easy.
For now, pretend to be a brave heart, venture out with courage for romance.
This insatiable curiosity I have is a rambling one.
Humanness itself is sometimes pain.
His soft, sweet eyes belong to a wild and dangerous man.
Just when you thought the story is at an end, how lovely. A new era begun: I am slowly, beginning to delight again in living, my heart pouring out, and my dreams better.
The world could be so wild. No buildings. Just the sprawling world in the depths of the woods, wind, and grass.
The common have the happiest of lives, lucky in friends and in humanity.