God loves us even when we don't love ourselves.

Your soul can love
another.
Time and time again
you will love....

Because honestly - I can't take the silence of you, when you hold white lilies and hymnals to your chest, and all I wish to do is sing into you.

If honesty kills, then I'll risk dying.

These lungs aren't still filled with you, are they?

Stop silencing yourself.

He was the autumn sun, holding back a stale song of dawn's silky tune.

I got sawdust in my veins and a mind I'm trying to tame.

And slowly, softly, I'm writing my way out of you.

I dream of sharing myself with you,
completely free - unashamed - ,
if only to feel like I can breathe,
to not choke on the heaviness of living.