For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
F.Scott Fitzgerald (via wordscreatelife)
You go back to her. And I go back to black.
I’ll never love, my love, another
The way I loved your soul.
Your spirit is the angel’s brother
And my departure from you keeps me somewhat cold.
Roses by the thousands,
Stars by the billions,
They’ll never pay the fee-
Of The earthy quake your soul did make,
Of the pure produce of love that I did take
And turn to waste for you.
Oh and if I could
I would bring God’s love
And murder your pain willingly,
But oh it is grief,
It is a shame to me
To be like a devil
And say goodbye to thee.
3 years have gone by so quickly. RIP darling…
The key is the butterfly