How I Feel

"Each kiss I lay on a scar, just means that I accept that part of you with as much love and admiration as the skin that isn't scarred. These are what makes you - you are perfect in your flaws, and are the greater sum of your parts." ---Someone on Gaia


Yeah, thats how I feel about you.


TWMA,
Sacred Secret

I edited my blog! Cool, huh? Sorry that I don't post very often. It's kind of a whenever I think about it type of thing. Not a "It's Tuesday and I should blog!" thing. but I'm trying to revive it I promise. I want people to come back and read it. I know I had a couple followers for a while. I don't really mind if people read my blog though. It's kind of just an outlet for me to release my random thoughts into. I don't think I have anything really important to say, but let me see if I have a poem or something to dish out...Aha! I found one. I wrote this a while ago for my friend! She never read it, so you can!

"Robin"

Little Robin, broken wings.

Fluttering in the winter breeze

With so little lift, but such great song,

The earth’s breath carries her soul along.

Plain of feather, plain of eye

This little song bird is oft denied

First frost scares her away,

But we await her sight on summers first day.

How can one be so dependent on such a little bird?

So plain, so unobtrusive to everyday life.

Simple song, simple look.

Broken wings mean nothing to this angel of seasons.

The cat calls out to her, ‘make merry, for I hunger not. In my garden you may play.’

But the Robin is swift of mind and takes no heed of this foul tempt.

Little bird, soft of word, with broken wing and clouded eye

Stay true to your path.

Your nature guides us all.

Shine your song a fore you,

The earth breathes again for you.

Well, there you have it. I'm pretty sure that I don't have anything else But if I did I would give it to you. Anyway, have a nice day.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret