Yet this I remember - beneath me are my feet...
Sometimes we have to choose to not take ourselves too seriously - Ooo... So here's a poem. Bye. Oooo. (Bayou???)
Tread the world with light-footed dreams
Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught
Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams
To knock your block into being caught-sought...
My dear, you've still got the brightest eyes I've ever seen I only hope someday you'll use them against me But for now, I can't believe I'm falling so hard It might sound cliche, but I've been falling from the start I shirk back in fear and ask, "what if I'm not enough?" But... Continue Reading →