....was our one year.
Life is good.
It feel so blessed to have someone I’ve een through soo much with, good and bad. His dad died a few days before Christmas, that wasn’t easy for anyone. My ridiculous hormone levels don’t help anything. But we have our good days, where we can just sit in the car with the windows down and talk with the sunshine and the breeze flowing around, like today.
this pic is from the coffee shop on Jan 30
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and I still really want one.
But not to say LIVE on my wrist anymore.
Im thinking, just celestial things on either my lower back or on my lower stomach, where it would barely show over my pants…
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in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
But the the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they tear your dreams to shame-
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came-
And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather-
I had a dream my life would be-
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed-
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
[officially stuck in my head for the night…...]
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