This is like a song or some random poetry…

People should stop and listen to nature.

I feel for those children, that don’t get to have anything under their Christmas tree.

All I had stored up emotionally put into one poem. It was a lot to think about but things are fine now. It was just an abundance of burdening thoughts.

About real love and the little moments that should count.

A dance on lips…

When you see your soulmate, you just know, our souls recognize who we are under our flesh and bone.

Some friends make the transition into lovers.

You went way before your time.

Love consists of many things. It can be define of many different definitions.
Love is Extreme & Love is Powerful.
It can mold you.
Or it can Destroy you….